Life has been getting a bit "iffey" lately. Had the wasp sting incident, now related $900 ER bill. Lost my tenant in FL house and taxes are due. Car has emissions problems we can't seem to fix. I've been having some bad vibes ever since returning from DC on Monday. And then...
Tested a Giant 29er Anthem at our local Rocky Knob mountain bike park yesterday morning. Had not been on the trails so went early to pre-run the loop twice. Nice, good jog. Then student arrived with 29er, so very cautiously I set off on a short ride.
*($(##*##ing hydraulic brakes. I knew they were touchy, but in a fraction of a second I had both wheels locked on a downhill and I was subsequently pitched onto a rock pile. Didn't have to move to know I was hurt pretty bad. Could feel the shoulder/collarbone thing, I broke the left side in the early 90's, this was on the right. Crawled up and walked the bike back to the kid, handed it to him, told him my collarbone was broken, threw my gear in car and drove myself to ER - second time in 5 weeks.
You know the gig. IV, meds, X-ray, doctor asking me if I hit my head. Answer was no.
Things were not too bad, break was where tendon snapped loose, hence the gap from shoulder to bone. Clinically it was a separation. Possible surgery, but don't know yet. Have ortho appointment next Friday. Think I'm good to heal, we'll see.
Twenty-two hours after the crash, master man was back out for his post-trauma workout. Sort of a gimpy walk/run for 60 minutes. No sling, they inhibit range of motion. Let pain be your guide.
And then, to literally add insult to injury, a nasty boxer-breed dog attacked me. I was shouting the thing down, pointing my EpiPen at it like a gun. Pregnant woman ran out with the obligatory "it doesn't bite" comment. I always take time to tell them I have been bit before, I don't trust dogs, and I don't believe you.
Just got back to apartment. Hit the shower and let the hot water massage the shoulder. Bone has already dropped back into place. I rubbed some Tiger Balm and MSM on the wounded area...let's accelerate the healing process.
Been thinking a lot about my faith and God. Faith is "things hoped for, things unseen." I have been thanking God for most everything in my life for several months. I now realize I was putting it in the bank for this new, darker season of life. For me, God remains in the bad times and good. I must rebuild and see when I can commence the ultra life. All bets are off for this fall. Just like that, running and cycling has stopped. Something else will emerge. God give me strength to journey on.