My husband, Dan, and I spent the July 4th weekend in Sun Valley.
Because it's quiet.
Because the neighborhoods in Sun Valley don't sound like war zones on the night of July 4th.
Because there isn't a haze of smoke and sulfur hanging over the streets the morning after.
We spent most of our short time in Sun Valley mountain biking.
"But this time, I can't get injured," I told Dan.
"You haven't ever gotten injured," he said.
"But especially this time. You can't make me do a bunch of dangerous things."
I'm performing in a show at the end of August, and I absolutely can't have any broken limbs. Not getting injured while mountain biking was my #lifegoal in Sun Valley.
Of course, ten minutes on the trail, this was also me, "Did you see that air I just got?"
And (when Dan thought he had to stop and wait for me but I was actually right behind him the whole time), "I'm here. You didn't know I was so fast!" (I'm not.)
I even rode down a trail by myself. Earlier, I had told Dan I wasn't sure I wanted to because of the no injuries thing. By the time we got to the junction, I was pretty confident.
"If I don't show up, I've either been eaten by a bear, or I'm helping someone else with my first aid kit, or I'm dead. Come looking for me," I said to Dan.
And . . . I made it to bottom before he did.
Full disclosure: My trail was shorter than the one he took.
I almost fell over while standing with my bike, when I was letting some hikers pass. That would have been an embarrassing way to get hurt. Other than that close call, I made it through the weekend without incident, thank goodness.
Only about thirty more days to remain injury-free! Hopefully, I'm not tempting fate by writing this blog post.🫰
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