|Title:||first bike ride|
|Location:||nairobi, kenya (1746m)|
|Text:||53 194 kilometres on the road
this morning nairobi awoke to bright sunshine and the clouds had disappeared. there is nothing as refreshing as a bright morning after heavy rain, when the air is crisp and clean.
needless to say, this is the perfect weather to ride motorbikes. and with hardly any pain left of in my bones i gladly accepted chris' offer to take one of the bikes here and go for a ride.
i had always anticipated a feeling of insecurity and weariness, the moment i would get back on a bike. but not for a single moment did such feelings come up. i guess biking is something you have in your blood – and blood doesn’t care about fracture…
but then, as i wanted to climb a sidewalk in order to park, i misjudged its height and almost tipped over as the bike rolled back into the street. i managed to prevent it from falling, but when i pulled it back up into a straight position i felt a sharp pain in my left lower leg. i had overstretched a muscle.
i know from experience that this little, insignificant, injury will become increasingly painful in the next two days, and that it will take a weeks to heal.
i take this incident as a sign; and as a reminder of the fact that you can't suffer on credit and that my accident won't follow the pattern of statistics that should guarantee me another set of 50'000 kilometres without accidents…