blind faith

Tomorrow is the big day. My mini-TRYathlon. Today I rode my bike (which is really Lars's manly mountain bike) out to my friend's house so I could borrow her real road bike. She lives just outside city limits, so I was on a two land road rather than a bike trail. Anyway, as I was riding back home I was biking up a hill, the road changed to a no passing zone and I could hear a big truck coming up behind me. I glanced back to check and, oh yup, he wasn't happy he had to wait for me, so as I looked forward again a bug flew directly into my right eye! It startled me, and was of course uncomfortable, not to mention the mental trauma of knowing I had bug guts splattered across my cornea. Upon bug/eyeball impact I swerved a bit and just about ran myself off the road, but then over-corrected so I was swerving around the road like I'd been drinking since noon. I was peddling as fast as i could, up hill, trying to clear my eye of bug guts. As soon as we crested the hill, Mr. Mac Truck sped by me, leaving me to choke on his dust. I was just grateful I didn't wipe out and get run over by the guy. At least I was wearing my helmet. Maybe i need some safety glasses as well. :)