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Friday, 7 October 2011

Old enough to know better, young enough to keep trying.

So I was more than a little torn about what to post on my blog this week. I was trapped between another boring post about what I am doing, or not doing, with my writing. It was dull, depressing and frankly I didn't even want to write it. So I am not.
I am going to tell you all what happened to me this past Thursday instead.
My wife and I decided to take the kids to the water slides. It is only a mere 2.5 hour drive away so this is a pretty special treat for us all.
A little background information for those of you who don't know me that well. I am 6f tall, and roughly 230lbs. I also worked as a lifeguard for over 8 years. All this boils down to, I should know better. When I stopped lifeguarding, I was the third highest trained person in BC. There is a height restriction on the water slides but there isn't a weight one. Now don't jump ahead on me people. I DIDN'T break the water slides.
Everything was going well. My kids are old enough to go down by themselves, and we would all race to the bottom. Gravity being my friend I would always win of course. They are tiny little things and don't really know how to get the most speed out of the slides.
I do.
Cross your legs, arch your back, and ride on one heel and your shoulder blades. You get minimum resistance and maximum speed. I learned this trick a long time ago, still works even though I have more in the belly area. Well after a few runs under my belt something went terribly wrong. I don't know if the water level dropped in the run I was on, from me or someone else. (My wife told me later I was splashing quite a bit of water out when I went down.) Needless to say when I hit the bottom going faster than the speed of light. (Yes it is possible now so :P )  There wasn't enough water at the bottom to slow me down properly, and I hit the drain full speed, toes first. Some of them slid through the holes I am sure.
When the pain hit me, I wasn't sure how I was going to get out of that water. Lucky for me there was a chair very close by, and I managed to sit down in it. I waved my wife and kids to keep going. "I just needed a minute." I said. Then the blood started to drop down.
A very friendly lifeguard stepped over to ask if I was OK. After a second glance at my foot I knew I wasn't going to be able to "just ignore" this one and would have to suck it up and let the young lady do her job.
I did my best to make it easy for her at least, and I threw in more then enough jokes to keep her laughing with me instead of at me. In the end she dubbed me with the title of "The Band aid King" and released me back into the wild.
Here is what the worst foot looks like after 3 days. Most of the damage is between the toes where you can't see it. Cept for that big toe, lost a bit there...

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2 comments:

  1. No one is pointing and laughing. Promise...

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  2. Oh, you can laugh. I know I did, a lot. :)

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