Choose life: the tale of a fall

This year I had my first ever DNF (did not finish) and first ever DNS (did not start) on races entered since first becoming "athletic" in 2017.

The DFF and two DNS have happened over the past few weeks since I had a fall off my bicycle during a race.

It happened to be the only short triathlon race (it is called "Olympic" distance, which is quarter of a full triathlon) I had entered since 2019.

The accident resulted in facial injuries, and a few other wounds, including a fractured nose.

Fortunately, I suffered no other broken bones.

A good plastic surgeon has ensured that I can now eventuality show my face in public again.

Effects of a "grade 2" concussion result in regular headaches for now.

My neck remains "tight" and a knee injury is on the mend.

This past week I have started to get active again.

It has been humbling to have to take things easier. I like to think of myslef as an "all in" person when it comes to training and and events.

I also tend to forget that there are others who rally around me.

The day of my accident I called on people for help and support. And they heeded my call without thinking twice.

There was also a bystander who was on the scene and was able to support the lone paramedic in attendance. My gratitude to Lauren Horne who was there to watch her son complete a race but selflessly helped me.

My long-time athletic inspiration Debbie O'Leary was doing the same race and we travelled to the event together. Along with her hubbie Gavin, they gathered my gear after ir and my car home while I was being taken off to hospital.

My wonderful sister Lara came to the hospital and ensured I had everything I needed ahead of surgery. She was unflinching seeing me with my gaping wounds; and an emotional rock as I dealt my bruised ego and feeling of helplessness.

In my typical sense of denial, I was confident that I would be able to complete a half-distance triathlon soon after my accident. I held out cancelling my travel arrangements until a week before the upcoming event.

At the end of the day, it makes only sense not being able to train. No swimming due to open wounds and no running or cycling due to injured knee and ankle.

Although my injuries were minor when considering what could have happened - and the condition of my helmet - the timeout has been humbling. It has forced me to relax. To be humble. To be greatful.

Most importantly, at some point in hospital I was shown two pathes.

I chose ... LIFE!

FYI: My bicycle is okay. 😀