I didn't think it was possible, certainly not likely but I did it. I don't mean slipping on the deck and breaking an arm. I mean "while swimming".
Two nights ago, going into my backstroke turn in the middle of my 200IM, I realized too late that the backstroke flags had been taken down. I arched my neck to look upside down toward the wall to guage the distance, BAM, I slammed face first into the wall. I came up with a pretty small gash on my nose and cut on my forehead. It wasn't so much painful as startling and certainly embarrassing. Once the bleeding stopped, I thought I should go see about getting it stitched at our local, friendly ER. While in the waiting room, I realized my face hurt...ALOT, so they did an x-ray and sure enough a broken nose.
I've never broken a bone in my life (knock on wood). I quit running 18 months ago b/c I had become so injury prone in my late 30's/early 40's. It's not so bad though, as broken bones go. I'll be back in the pool in a few days once my stitches are gone. The bone will take 4-6 weeks to heal but that shouldn't keep me out of the pool.
Just curious if I'm unique in this regard.
During a relay in high school, one of the thick skulled Kiesling brothers finished his leg in the race, and my brother jumped off the blocks, arms swimming outward. Mr. Kiesling unfortunately stuck his head up to see what his split was, and John's had crashed into the granite-like slab of bone covering his tender gray soup matter. The skull was fine, but my brother broke a metatarcil in his hand.
At another meet, upon wearing an advanced speed suit for the 1000 i did not realize how much faster, and how many fewer strokes
it would take to reach the wall, I had my eyes closed and misjudged it, jamming my wedding ring finer into the wall, narly preciippitatieng fraracture. and with it gafreneouhs.
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During a relay in high school, one of the thick skulled Kiesling brothers finished his leg in the race, and my brother jumped off the blocks, arms swimming outward. Mr. Kiesling unfortunately stuck his head up to see what his split was, and John's had crashed into the granite-like slab of bone covering his tender gray soup matter. The skull was fine, but my brother broke a metatarcil in his hand.
At another meet, upon wearing an advanced speed suit for the 1000 i did not realize how much faster, and how many fewer strokes
it would take to reach the wall, I had my eyes closed and misjudged it, jamming my wedding ring finer into the wall, narly preciippitatieng fraracture. and with it gafreneouhs.
the dust y mould fog is irrediatel ggbt so deeplj relalazidng thatk iiiijmihoooooodjmieasdn sojethhg. yest it iiitttmmighghtwl6y
