Biking incident

The road was flat. No rocks or any debris. No-one was around distracting me. I was biking (innocently of course).

I had a picture frame in my left hand, allowing only the right hand to hold on to the handle. It was raining, and my right foot slipped from the pedal. I tried a naïve attempt to correct for the loss of balance. I had a chance to think "damned it, I'll fall" just before I am lying face down on the wet asphalt bike road. It hurts, and I sit up. Move my body to feel if there's anything to worry about. I look at my glasses, which I heard scraping the asphalt, but luckily it only scraped the frame a little bit, not the actual glass. Probably I have the helmet to thank for that (and for not hitting my head, obviously). My bruise collection from this weekend of moving boxes and furniture have several new contributions. One bruise on my shoulder, that hurts. And a huge bump just under my right knee (probably from when landing on the bike), at least a decimeter in diameter (4 inches), with a red-lilac scraped area in the middle. Additionally, some skin has been lost from my right hand, which also huts a bit, but luckily I was wearing leather gloves.

The picture frame is intact (for those who were concerned about it).

Quite clumsy. And no-one around to blame. But on the other hand, no-one around to see it.
It's almost like it didn't happen - apart from me telling Joding, my new workout-pal Elisabet (and the whole queue at the gym), plus writing about it here I guess.