Friday, 13 June 2014 15:37

Lucky, lucky boy

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So K2B training was all but over, and I was beginning to taper down for once, not something I tend to do all that often! Trudi has started running and we occasionally go out together so that I can show her some of the routes that I run and give any advice/get earache for running too fast. On the Tuesday before the K2B I decided to run 5 miles with her and then I was going to go for a club run later on. (this is my kind of tapering – 2 runs in a day!!)

We set off to run over Hoad Hill on what was a rather warm and lovely day, and fell into a nice steady rhythm. As I am running a bit slower than my normal pace I have a tendency to look around and enjoy the scenery, and why not, I live in a beautiful part of the world. Other times I am just being plain nosey and not looking where I am going. It is this last point that caused a few problems as I was being nosey watching two vans swapping goods around I ran off the edge of the kerb, turning my ankle in the process and generally buggering it up.

I stopped immediately but the damage was done and what ensued was a hobble home with Trudi encouraging me to take it easy. This was followed by lots of ice and two pairs of compression socks on one foot to try and get the swelling down. This was not good and by Wednesday I had resigned myself to the fact that I would not be running 40 odd miles on Saturday morning. I was not a happy camper but at least I was consoled by the fact that Trudi and I were helping out at the 10 in 10 for the following week.

And what a week it was. If you have never heard of The Brathay 10 in 10, I urge you to look at the Brathay website and follow the various links to videos of these ordinary guys putting themselves through the mill for the charity. 10 marathons on the same course over 10 days is an epic achievement and once again the people that attempt it are really inspiring. Trudi and I feel very privileged to share 10 days with them while they try to achieve their goals.

Due to my cankle I had to miss out on the mass marathon on the final day, I so wanted to do it, and honestly would have done it, but I would have done more damage to my ankle were it not for Trudi (with the help of Di) putting her foot down for once and making me listen to reason. My ankle was still swollen and it was the right decision to make.

A week later and I decided that it was time to get back out, I strapped up my ankle and joined some Tri club members for a recce of the bike route for the Coniston Tri. Several members of the club were participating in the race the following weekend and so it was a popular route choice. For me it was a chance to stretch my legs after my enforced lay off. Well, what a lovely ride it was, well 30 odd miles that is, right up until the moment I fell off. Maybe fell off is putting a touch lightly, think more along the lines of “had an almighty crash at some 30+ miles an hour”.

I could give you some details but I was out of it with concussion and am unable to remember anything much, albeit I do remember a car pulling out ahead of me!!! After a dash to hospital with the nee-naws going I was checked over, observed, tested, fed pain-killers, checked again, mopped up and put back together with steri strips and plasters.

Warning – public information – always wear a helmet when on a bike. It saved me from a lot worse injury and possibly my life. I can be a bit blasé about it now but it still hurts and it is 2 ½ weeks after the crash. Nothing broken but my neck, ribs and shoulders are still bruised and not working properly, especially my right side. I know I have been very, very lucky and I walked out of hospital a few hours later, but please, if you ride a bike, stick a skid lid on.

As an afterthought make sure it fits also. For reasons I can’t explain, when we stopped to regroup at the bottom of Grizebeck Hill I tightened my helmet up as I felt it was a bit loose under the chin, so glad I did as when I crashed it was nearly ripped off my head and took a massive lump of scalp with it, if it had been a bit loose…who knows?

I will not be doing much for a few weeks yet I suspect, the body is an amazing piece of kit and I hope it will fix without any lasting issues, we shall see. In the meantime I shall be taking it easy and no doubt spending a bit of time in the hands of the physios.

For the guys who I was riding with also huge thanks for making sure I was not doing anything daft like trying to get back on my bike.

To the two unknown elderly ladies who realised straight a way I was in trouble and phoned the ambulance before I had hit the ground, thanks also, you are stars.

To the young lad who realised I was being strangled by my helmet strap and helped remove it, cheers fella, I owe you a beer.

To all those friends, family and customers who asked about my well-being, offered to help in the pub, texted, face booked and generally rallied round for both Trudi and myself I would like to say a sincere “Thank You”, your thoughts and generosity will always stay with us.

Finally, to Trudi, who puts up with so much, letting me train most days, attend races up and down the country, listens to me moan about injuries and niggles, puts up with piles of sweaty damp clothing on the floor, bits of bike in the hallway, several pairs of trainers in the kitchen and manages to turn a blind eye to how much I spend on my pass time, I Love You loads and thanks for always being there for me.

Right, that’s it, I’m off.

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