It has been a while since my last posting on my blog. Well, I do have to say that it has been busy between my job at March Networks and my wedding that occurred on June 18th.

Stay tuned as I try and attempt at become a more regular blog poster again. And try not let me eat my words either….

Until I blog again…

Paul

I thought I would post what someone had written to a Trirudy article recently. He was part of the “Kanata 5″, a group of cyclists that was struck down by a drunk driver. Fortunatley none of them died, but many had to undero months of rehabiliation to get back to normal every-day life. This tragedy even inspired some comments from Lance Armstrong himself. Here is his thoughts on his first bike-ride (one year after the accident):

Author: Mark White
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20. A RETURN TO RIDING AFTER A YEAR.

Not a race report by any means, but a report that may interest some of your readers.

My first bike ride in one year. My name is Mark White, a fellow TriRudy member and one of the Kanata 5. Humbly, I thought I would share a report on a ride I took July 19th, on the anniversary of an event that affected many of my friends and the community.

I postponed this ride because the forecast called for thunderstorms. However, I could still see blue sky at 2pm, so I decided to get my ride in after all. I was full of adrenaline and excitement, but still thinking straight and went over my checklist. I’m reading “The Checklist Manifesto” and a simple checklist has really helped with my poor memory.
Tire pressure, check. Helmet, check. Bell, check. Clip in and out of pedals, check. Perform shoulder check and maintaining a straight line, check. And 30 mins circling the parking lot proved that you really don’t forget how to ride a bike. That was a wonderful surprise. I remember working with my physiotherapist 10 months ago and trying to get my balance and equilibrium back. I’m proud to say I only fell face-first onto the gym floor, once! After that, I learned to fall better. And then to not fall down at all.

With relative confidence, I heading down Carling Ave towards Kanata. Keeping to the right hand side, the traffic was fairly light and courteous to a cyclist sharing the road. I past a fellow cyclists who was not wearing a helmet and I wanted to stop him and show him the scar that runs from the top of my head to my forehead. Thankfully, just a scar because I was wearing a helmet. Without one, death would have been a certainty.

Past Moodie Drive, Carling has a wide, well paved shoulder which is a delight to ride along. Approaching Rifle road, I had to cross over a right turning lane. A shoulder check, showed an SUV with it’s turning signal on about 500m back, the SUV approached and yielded to allow me to continue along Carling Ave, past Rifle Rd. Wow! That was a great driver.

Approaching the railway bridge, I was not so fortunate. After the lights, there is a road sign that states “Do not pass cyclists”, because the roadway narrows under a railway bridge. Two cars apparently decided it was worth the chance of seriously injuring a cyclist to squeeze into the space between myself and oncoming traffic, than slowing down and taking 45 sec longer to drive home. I admit, I was a little offended that someone thought a persons life was worth risking to save themselves ’45 sec.’

Proceeding farther along Carling, without any more excitement, I turned onto March Rd and into the designated bike lane. So many thoughts struck me at once. Wow, there is so much space here, this road is huge. Will a memory surface as I get closer to the actual spot? Will I keep looking over my shoulder? How lucky/unlucky do I think I am? How long, if ever, before I get to do this again with the 5 of my friends?

Memories? Yes, many wonderful ones of the 6 of us on previous rides and runs, training for summer events. A flood of those memories was a welcome treat. The fact that I remembered nothing of that day one year ago and never will, is a blessing.

The only ‘out-of-place’ anomaly while riding down that stretch of road, was a tingling/vibration sensation between my shoulder blades and down my spine. I attribute that to wanting to look over my shoulder but knowing that someone was watching my back for me.

Turning right onto Terry Fox and heading back home. This time along the pathway that runs parallel to Carling Ave and comes out at Moodie Rd. It started to rain and I felt safer riding along the pathway. My first bike ride since a year ago and many, many more to come. The next one on Saturday. Of course, it will be preceded by a short swim and followed by a run.

Mark White

Rudy Says: Awesome… what an excellent report…tkx Mark

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