Bridge 1, Liz 0

I was going out for a 6 hour training ride yesterday at Rock Cut. It rained a lot Friday night, but I was still hopeful for my time to be out on the dirt, not the pavement. There were quite a few trees down, and some squishy spots, but not too bad overall. I was riding over this small wooden bridge when I felt my rear tire wash out. Before I knew it, my bike and I were skidding across the bridge. I went down pretty hard. I bent my index finger back really far, and laid down on my whole right side. My bike and I stayed hooked together for the whole slip and slide.
I got up and kept riding, but it was soon apparent that my finger was swelled pretty bad, I bailed on riding at Rock Cut, and Joe and I went out to Freeport to ride a rails to trails trail. Put an easy 40 miles on, and called it a day. Little under 50 miles for the day, and not quite what I was expecting, but what can you say? Some days things just don't work out like you planned.

This is the right side of my leg, not nearly as bad as my finger.

This picture does not do justice to the blue and purple that my finger is today, its twice the size of my other hand.

I made pizza for dinner last night, which mostly makes up for anything that could go wrong with the day.