Yesterday morning started out fresh. Fresh and early.
Colin and myself had decided the afternoon before to go for a prework pedal to De Boyes Drive and back through Polsmore to get the day going.
With 10km left to the ride along a hilly road, he suggested a little sprint. Lovely 
As it was hilly, I was in my lower gear on the crank (the big “cog-looking” thing that the pedals are attached to towards the center of the bicycle). If you cycled as a kid – this’ more than likely the thing that you ripped your pants on. More than once..
I digress. At the base of the hill, we start the sprint. I push down with my left leg to shoot off. As the right leg comes over, I push down harder. Too hard. My cleet (the pedal part that my shoes ‘clip’ into) releases my shoe. My leg goes careering into the crank. Pain.
Colin was behind me at this stage (does this mean I won? haha) and if I can remember the quote:
“Oh crap Chris, are you okay dude??!”
He thought my nuts had been mashed into my saddle. At the time, my nuts were the furthest thing from my mind. Oddly, so was my leg. We were on a very narrow road and if I’d come off the bike I would have ended up under a car.. Someone was looking after me
After the adrenaline had passed, the throbbing began. I didn’t look at the wound, not once, until I’d reached home. I know from previous injuries that it’s best not to know how bad it is until you’re actually in a position to do something about it! That and Colin going on and on: “Chris, don’t look..” haha What are mates for? 
Long story short (admittedly, this’ not the shortest post of my life haha) I can now not walk. My leg is killing me and I’m taking the weekend slow.
Here are some happy-snappies of my post ride examination. You’ll notice that in the 1st two pictures, there’s a lot of grease and in the last one – there’s none to be seen…..it’s amazing what knowing what poisonous grease can do to a wound. Greasy wound + shower + ex-foliating sponge = a lot of blood and a clean wound.
2 of the holes (nine in total) should prob have gone for stitches. But I hate doctors and I hate stitches even more!!
Now, where are those pics?
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Ooowwweeeee. Looks way too painful! Hope it gets better dude…and welcome back. Seems like a bittersweet return
Ewww. That baaaaaaaad!
Serves you right for being a cyclist though!
OUch.. demmit it looks owie..
this is the first time that i have heard of a cleat releasing on its own..lmfao.. normally the guys have accidents because they cant get their feet out of them and fall!..
PMSL!!
Shame man.. i think you need a full body massage performed by a trio of naked lesbians.. that should aid your recovery somewhat..
@Goblin, ye boeta, it’s definitely one of those bitter-sweet stories
It’s all good though. Tracy’s been looking after me and 2 days later, I’m feeling 70% again. I’ll be back on the road in no time 
6000, harsh
I don’t think of myself as a cyclist per say. Well, at least not a ‘Roadie’. I started out doing MTB and will always think of myself as a Mountain Biker 
But thanks, I think? haha
B, you’re totally right. I think that what’s happened is that I set them too lose & when I put that much pressure on it, my foot obviously lent to the side and BAM haha..
Harden The Fuck Up.
Good grief! That’s a proper injury right there – how are you feeling now?
Dude, I’m not even going to ask how you managed to connect the crank with what is essentially the outside of your leg.
The problem here is not the power of your downstroke but instead your obvious lack of leg/eye coordination.