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Yesterday I was riding home from work and I came up to a red light. As part of a confidence-building exercise I ride my bike very aggressively. I run red lights, cross the road whenever I want, and make cars stop for me on a regular basis. So far it's been going well, until last night. I ran a red light when a car was coming and thought I could make it. I didn't. Dude hit me and I went flying. No helmet. I thought I was dead. Miraculously I survived with a broken femur and a fractured foot. It'll be a long couple months of recovery but I survived a run-in that would have killed a lesser man. And despite the pain, I feel great.
A lot of people are attributing it to luck or God, but I know the real reason I left in an ambulance and not a body bag. I knew what to do. I kept my calm, I knew how to break my fall when I hit the ground, I assessed my state as soon as it was over, and I had the will to survive. Never lost consciousness, never went into shock, didn't break into tears feeling sorry for myself. I made jokes the whole time, got to know the paramedics, flirted with the nurses. And when PT started today, I pushed myself and one of the nurses made a comment about how most 20 year olds are total wimps about PT. The way I handled this situation reinforced that despite my countless weaknesses and shortcomings, I am a resilient man. Quite possibly an immortal one at that.
So now I've got a choice. 10 weeks is a good excuse to binge on Netflix, but I'm not gonna fall out of my practice again. Time to constantly immerse myself in theory and practice on the street when I can. I feel like girls would be more sympathetic towards a cripple. I've already got a great story about how I roundhouse kicked a mountain lion in the face and broke my leg that way (thanks to Bboy for the inspiration).
Attitude is everything guys. Life is too hard to let victim mentality own you. Cheers, and good luck in your own endeavors.
A lot of people are attributing it to luck or God, but I know the real reason I left in an ambulance and not a body bag. I knew what to do. I kept my calm, I knew how to break my fall when I hit the ground, I assessed my state as soon as it was over, and I had the will to survive. Never lost consciousness, never went into shock, didn't break into tears feeling sorry for myself. I made jokes the whole time, got to know the paramedics, flirted with the nurses. And when PT started today, I pushed myself and one of the nurses made a comment about how most 20 year olds are total wimps about PT. The way I handled this situation reinforced that despite my countless weaknesses and shortcomings, I am a resilient man. Quite possibly an immortal one at that.
So now I've got a choice. 10 weeks is a good excuse to binge on Netflix, but I'm not gonna fall out of my practice again. Time to constantly immerse myself in theory and practice on the street when I can. I feel like girls would be more sympathetic towards a cripple. I've already got a great story about how I roundhouse kicked a mountain lion in the face and broke my leg that way (thanks to Bboy for the inspiration).
Attitude is everything guys. Life is too hard to let victim mentality own you. Cheers, and good luck in your own endeavors.

