Soon as I hit I knew

that I had messed up my ribs. That was as I caught my breath laying on the ground. While mountain biking at Umstead last Thursday morning, I took a very hard fall. I was riding along the Turkey Creek trail near the bridge. The trail was loose due to all the recent dry weather. The clay/ gravel turns powdery the longer it is dry. I was going downhill and had slowed to turn across the bridge. The front tire went left and I went right, down the hill as gravity intended. The impact knocked the breath out of me. I struggled to catch my breath, I just lay there after breathing again. A lady runner came up and asked if should could help. I asked for my cell phone and water bottle. She offered to push my bike to the top of the hill. Then I realized, I have to get back to my damn car. I mounted the bike covered in sweat and clay. I thought this is really gonna screw up my training. After getting home and still struggling to breath and move, I decided to go to the local urgent care that Charlene located. After an assessment and a few X-RAYS it was determined that I cracked one rib in front and boke the other in the back on my right side. Prognosis. 4-6 week recovery. Treatment. Pain meds and oh, don't have any trauma to your chest in the next few weeks. I will try to avoid that. So, the first bones I have ever broken have to be this? How do I sneak in a ride tomorrow without Charlene knowing?