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So the weekend was eventful.
I entered into the Mitsubishi CityChase (http://www.mitsubishicitychase.com) with zenten, and went to race on Saturday.
After some of the most dangerous-looking warmups I'd seen in a long time courtesy of Goodlife Fitness, we were off to the races to get our cluesheet. We picked ours up at the War Memorial.
After deciphering a few clues, we realized that we really weren't at a disadvantage because we weren't carrying a palm pilot or a cellphone.
I'll make another post later with the clues and the challenges we knew about or did.
But then there was the diving challenge. Me and my dumb logic. I rolled 7. I could have jumped off the 3m platform 3 times (3x3>7) and be done with it, but instead I decided to jump off the 7m platform once. For those of you with metric-impaired danger sense like me, that's about 23 feet or about a 2-storey drop.
It didn't go so well.
My knees came up a little bit, and it was just enough to hit tailbone and thighs first.
I was spineboarded in the water and hauled off to the Montfort "as a precautionary measure". The ambulance attendant said he was expecting worse since all he was told was "Young woman took header off a tower". His mental image was much messier.
I quikly got to see a sensible doctor who elected not to X-ray me do to the risk to the baby because "finding out for sure if you have a cracked tailbone is purely an academic exercise anyhow – we can't do anything for it". I was then shot full of morphine, forced to demonstrate I could walk (which I did by putting on my own socks), and discharged.
And it's not so much the tailbone that hurts (though when it hurts, it HURTS), it’s the fact that I look like a Smurf from the waist down. Instant bruising. And not like large patches of bruises, I mean one huge bruise on each like. And I wouldn't be surprised if I bruised the bone, because I certainly bruised the muscle. Last night I rolled onto my right leg and it felt like I was sleeping on a bag of rocks. Yum!
I have decided that I am not stepping off tall platforms again. Ever.
(Yes, I have done this before, and no, it didn't end well then either).
I entered into the Mitsubishi CityChase (http://www.mitsubishicitychase.com) with zenten, and went to race on Saturday.
After some of the most dangerous-looking warmups I'd seen in a long time courtesy of Goodlife Fitness, we were off to the races to get our cluesheet. We picked ours up at the War Memorial.
After deciphering a few clues, we realized that we really weren't at a disadvantage because we weren't carrying a palm pilot or a cellphone.
I'll make another post later with the clues and the challenges we knew about or did.
But then there was the diving challenge. Me and my dumb logic. I rolled 7. I could have jumped off the 3m platform 3 times (3x3>7) and be done with it, but instead I decided to jump off the 7m platform once. For those of you with metric-impaired danger sense like me, that's about 23 feet or about a 2-storey drop.
It didn't go so well.
My knees came up a little bit, and it was just enough to hit tailbone and thighs first.
I was spineboarded in the water and hauled off to the Montfort "as a precautionary measure". The ambulance attendant said he was expecting worse since all he was told was "Young woman took header off a tower". His mental image was much messier.
I quikly got to see a sensible doctor who elected not to X-ray me do to the risk to the baby because "finding out for sure if you have a cracked tailbone is purely an academic exercise anyhow – we can't do anything for it". I was then shot full of morphine, forced to demonstrate I could walk (which I did by putting on my own socks), and discharged.
And it's not so much the tailbone that hurts (though when it hurts, it HURTS), it’s the fact that I look like a Smurf from the waist down. Instant bruising. And not like large patches of bruises, I mean one huge bruise on each like. And I wouldn't be surprised if I bruised the bone, because I certainly bruised the muscle. Last night I rolled onto my right leg and it felt like I was sleeping on a bag of rocks. Yum!
I have decided that I am not stepping off tall platforms again. Ever.
(Yes, I have done this before, and no, it didn't end well then either).