I would just like to say up front--it was my fault. On the last mile of my last training ride I almost got killed. I looked before crossing a street (obviously not well enough) and once in the street I saw an SUV barreling down on me. I swerved, and she slammed on her brakes. We both pulled over and she was about to yell at me--which I fully deserved--but before she could say anything I began apologizing profusely. This 70+ year old woman placed her head on her steering wheel and said, "Thank you for living." I reached for her hand through the passenger window and said, "Thank you for not killing me." We held hands for a few seconds and then she drove off.
Murphy's Law states that things always go wrong, but somehow today, a disaster was diverted. Why? Because in one week, 17 hours and 12 minutes I will complete my forty days in the desert. Even Murphy knows that would be difficult to do with broken bones.
Wow, Susan, this is the first time I've read your Ironman blog and thought I wouldn't cry again after reading "The Day After" entry. You got me again with this one and the woman in the SUV!! 2 entries = 2 cries = you must compile these into a book! SO proud of how much you raised for SAMFund and your sheer power!! Happy 2010 and hope to see you guys in the next year! Michele
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