i want to "rock" my bicycle.

last sunday i attempted to "drop" a 3-footer--if you've never "rocked" off road, this is considered "tame", though i consider it "massive"--out lake sawyerway. all was well and pretty good given the solid rain and my general offishness, but still, i should have had a good idea how the "drop" would go as i'd already fallen in spots i don't usually fall and had on multiple occasions been unable to pick up the front wheel. i approached said "drop" from the landing side, so it loomed positively mythical. my riding partner rolled over the "drop" as though it were a phinney ditch curb (as had my female coworker the day before) and i thought with ominous disclarity "i think i can". approaching the "drop", i felt okay, and proceeded to "rock" toward the takeoff. about 6 inches before the takeoff i performed a quick "hammer the brakes as hard as you can cos you're scared as heck" and did not manage to stop. i did manage to drive the front wheel off the "drop" at a precipitious "down angle" and followed my bike in a "superman style" that my riding buddy said was "pretty good" before "pancaking" to the dirt and splitting my lip. thinking that was it, i went about the rest of the ride and day feeling a bit smug about "biting the mud" and getting away with it. the next day i woke up with a righteous ache above my right lung and upon yawning found that it HURT LIKE THE HINDENBURG. sneezing also hurts, as does coughing. hm. this may be a lesson. it may also be a few more days before i "rock" my bicycle off road again. i'll admit to being "fluffy like a tutu".