I went trail running last weekend up in the Belmont hills. I like to get up there onto the ridge line – it is a great place to really stretch out and put on the pace.
Anyway, on this particlular run I committed the cardinal sin of allowing my mind to wander whilst running down a steep 4WD track. I was crusing along, reflecting on what a beautiful day it was when I suddenly caught my foot on a rock. I fell forward, quickly, face-first into another rock protruding from the track. BANG! My front teeth took the full impact, and my head literally bounced off the rock.
I knew that it was bad as soon as I started falling. I spat out the remains of my teeth, gathered myself up from the ground, and took stock of the situation. I was miles from home on an isolated track, out of cellphone coverage, and bleeding heavily from the mouth. My leg was cut up and my right-hand felt like it was broken. Fortunately I was still okay to walk, so I began the (long, slow) journey back to the car park.
The rest of my holiday weekend was spent between the hospital (the hand wasn’t broken) and the dentist (welcome to the world of oral surgery!).
February 3, 2008 at 2:36 am |
Shit
! whats that ;
you might have hurt .. I dont like the way you have been living !
February 8, 2008 at 11:31 am |
Can’t believe you posted this. It’s not a World of Warcraft character creation competition!
Stick to cliff jumping or free diving.. something safe like that.
February 11, 2008 at 1:06 am |
Geez, that looks sore! Hope you’re feeling better now. Would love to see the post surgery results.