Here it is. The long-awaited "What on earth did you do to your face?" story. How many times have I been asked that in the past few days? You have no idea. So, here it is world. Time to be satisfied in your knowledge.
Here are the details:
It was a lovely Wednesday morning, much like any other day spent at the YMCA prior to work. I didn't feel great the night before and so I didn't eat a whole lot, but I didn't think anything about it. I got up, grabbed my bag for the Y, and ate my banana for breakfast in the car. I swam laps for 45 minutes, and felt really accomplished that I didn't have to stop the whole time...hey, swimming's hard! I got in the sauna to dry a little, and felt a little light-headed...but again, I didn't think anything about it. I got in the shower, and started having trouble seeing and felt really dizzy... I began to think about it. I decided I needed to get out and sit down. I did, but then I decided I needed water. Bad idea. I should have just let the dizziness wear off for a few minutes. Seconds later I was walking really quickly toward to bathroom feeling like I had no control over my body any more and unable to see clearly...and the rest is history...yep. Collision with the corner of the door. Pain.
A big scene at the YMCA, two first aid guys, 10 first responders, lots of amazing YMCA staff, and a ride to the emergency room later... I got a numb forehead, three stitches, and a required sabbatical from training until Monday. Not enough food by accident=low blood sugar=not cool. Yeah, not a tremendous story of saving a kid's cat from a tree, but it is the truth. Only I could cut my face open while doing nothing but walking. Although, on the way to the emergency room, Tom, a retiree from the corporate world turned personal trainer at the Y told me to never let the truth ruin a good story. I guess I ruined it. Oh well, the unsung heroes of this story were the staff at the Y. I can't tell you how wonderful or appreciated they were! Stitches come out Monday and then I'm back 100% in the game.
I'm headed back to the Y tomorrow... not to "train"... we'll call it "building strength" instead... and you better believe I'll be eating a bigger breakfast from now on.
Here are the details:
It was a lovely Wednesday morning, much like any other day spent at the YMCA prior to work. I didn't feel great the night before and so I didn't eat a whole lot, but I didn't think anything about it. I got up, grabbed my bag for the Y, and ate my banana for breakfast in the car. I swam laps for 45 minutes, and felt really accomplished that I didn't have to stop the whole time...hey, swimming's hard! I got in the sauna to dry a little, and felt a little light-headed...but again, I didn't think anything about it. I got in the shower, and started having trouble seeing and felt really dizzy... I began to think about it. I decided I needed to get out and sit down. I did, but then I decided I needed water. Bad idea. I should have just let the dizziness wear off for a few minutes. Seconds later I was walking really quickly toward to bathroom feeling like I had no control over my body any more and unable to see clearly...and the rest is history...yep. Collision with the corner of the door. Pain.
A big scene at the YMCA, two first aid guys, 10 first responders, lots of amazing YMCA staff, and a ride to the emergency room later... I got a numb forehead, three stitches, and a required sabbatical from training until Monday. Not enough food by accident=low blood sugar=not cool. Yeah, not a tremendous story of saving a kid's cat from a tree, but it is the truth. Only I could cut my face open while doing nothing but walking. Although, on the way to the emergency room, Tom, a retiree from the corporate world turned personal trainer at the Y told me to never let the truth ruin a good story. I guess I ruined it. Oh well, the unsung heroes of this story were the staff at the Y. I can't tell you how wonderful or appreciated they were! Stitches come out Monday and then I'm back 100% in the game.
I'm headed back to the Y tomorrow... not to "train"... we'll call it "building strength" instead... and you better believe I'll be eating a bigger breakfast from now on.
The Damage
3 comments:
I wear my Campbellsville shirt too whenever I get picked on .... it gives me comfort.
just imagine if you had been wearing those toe shoes when this happened! ;)
haha Campbellsville shirt AND crazy shoes... yeah that'd be an interesting day. Maybe it'd be a good marketing tool for the shoes. I certainly had lots of people's attention.
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