We will start off this post with some good news. With alot of help from my parents, I was able to get a new mountain bike. (Its the beauty pictured above.) Since I already had a mountain bike, Jen has now inherited my old bike. We had been borrowing bikes from friends so that Jen could go up mountain biking with me every once in awhile. I got my bike on Monday night, and the next day Jen was off of work and I got out of school at 2:00, so we decided to go for a ride on our very own bikes. Everything went good on the way up, but on the way down the Martin luck kicked in.
On the way down, Jen's front tire fell into a rut and it flipped her and the bike over. I was right infront of her, so I didnt see the crash, but from what I heard from the others that saw it, it was pretty amazing. After the bike got pulled off of her, she was feeling pretty dizzy and nauseas (we thought she had a concussion) and had a gnarly looking cut on her thigh. To make a long story short, we finally got her off the trail and we made our way to the hospital to get her stitched up. She hit her thigh pretty hard and when the doctor was inspecting her cut, he squeezed out alot of necrotic tissue. It looked like a really big zit being popped. She ended up with three stitches.
the picture doesnt do much justice
The reason I call it the Martin luck is that about 6 months ago I was riding the same bike Jen was riding, when I tried to get all Evil Knevil and ended up breaking my collar bone. Atleast Jen wasn't alone and had some people to help her. On a side note, throughout this entire ordeal, Jen's biggest concern was if she would be able to run the next day. She just started training to run another marathon and didn't want to be thrown off of training schedule.