Two years ago, when I was just starting cycling, I took my bike to a laousy repairman to install something, and although it cost me a lot, he was careless when it putting back the wheel.

The next day, thinking that I was riding a great and ready bike, we were passionately and energetically on a journey with my friends. One of the front bikes slowed down and I braked to avoid an accident, I suddenly felt the bike tilt and I fell to the ground with my knees and palms stretched out on the floor.

I remember being scared, but my body was hot as a lot of adrenaline was releasing, so not much pain. My knees were completely scratched and bloody.

With the help of my friend, I sat on the walkway and washed and bandaged my wound. One of my friends picked up the bike and noticed that the wheel was out of place. He said angrily: Why is the wheel out!? It should not fall out of place with a small impact...

We later found out that the repairman had failed to put back the wheel correctly while closing the bicycle.

Anyway, I didn't want to miss that trip, and excitement was causing me not to feel much pain, I limped to the bike, got on, and we pedaled.

We went to the river and I swam in the river that day, even though my knees were injured. It was an adventurous and thrilling day. The morning started very badly, but in the end, I enjoyed the cool water of the river and pristine nature considerably.

PS: On the way back, the pain started little by little, and when I got home, my wound did not heal for 2 weeks. Eighter way, I didn’t regret that journey.

Maybe it was a mistake not to give my body a chance to heal, but on the other hand, I did not want to add the regret of missing a pleasant trip to my pain. Good or bad, it was a decision I made. Decisions we are making all the time despite the approval and disapproval of others and we have to live with them.