On 11/17 I was walking and licking the frosting off a donut, stepped off a high curb I didn’t see because I was focusing on said donut, and have a minor ankle sprain (I had the orthopod rule out a fracture this AM).
The orthopod said it’s probably a 2-3 week recovery overall. I’m trying to speed it up with some hair of the dog… more donuts.
My other “stupid injury” story was getting my SI joint out of place by laying with one hip atop a bag of frozen peas, and not putting something under the other hip. But it’s not as good as the donut story.
To reiterate: “I ran 118 miles in a week and got a stress fracture” is not allowed on this thread. This is the body version of “drove into the garage with the bike on the roof rack.”
Trying to impress the girls at a pool party with my diving acrobatics… in 1981… my foot hit the diving board, and broke my second toe left foot. The healing process fused the joint, and my crooked toe has been one of the most painful bone spur having blister causing issues, in my entire adult athletic life. It still causes issues to this day, and why I have to wear wide shoes.
8 weeks out of Olympic Trials in 2008, our training group was playing 4 square on deck before practice started, and I rolled my ankle. Rolled it to the point i had xrays and a boot for a week. BUT - I rolled it not in the course of play, but just shuffling between squares between points.
I broke my pinkie toe at a water park in Palm Springs
The concrete on the pool deck was that superfine kind that gets extra-slick when wet. A little brat - who probably should have know better - came running toward me to get into the wave pool. As I turned to avoid him, my foot skidded into a joint in the concrete that was about half an inch off flush. By the end of the day, it had turned black & blue and swelled to approx. egg-size. I iced it down with a bag of frozen peas when I got home. I spent the next day hobbling around Disneyland.
I went to an orthopod when we got back to NJ and he basically said, “Yep, it’s broken but we can’t really do anything since it’s the little toe. Just ride it out.”
I was in Albuquerque on a work trip in 2017. I had placed my suitcase behind a chair in my hotel room. I leaned over the high back chair and grabbed the suitcase with my left hand. Imagine my ribcage resting on an inch wide piece of wood that is the top of the back of the hotel chair. I thought the suitcase was empty. To my and my rib’s surprise the suitcase was not empty and probably weighed 50 pounds. I hear a *crack-crack-crack *sound and then shooting pain. I’m like, “Fuck! I can’t believe I just broke my ribs doing that.”
It was like 7 PM at night and I figured I’d see how the night went. It didn’t go well. I didn’t sleep for one second and I was in horrible pain. Looked up nearest ER or urgent care. A few miles away is a Duke City Urgent Care location that opens at 8 AM (which shows up in an episode of Better Call Saul a few years later - “Hey, I think I’ve been there!”). Text my coworkers they’d have to do without me as I’m off to the hospital because I’m pretty sure I broke some ribs. Yep, and the shitty thing was that I was in ABQ for another two weeks.
I had Augusta 70.3 like a month later. Didn’t make it.
Trying to impress the girls at a pool party with my diving acrobatics… in 1981… my foot hit the diving board, and broke my second toe left foot. The healing process fused the joint, and my crooked toe has been one of the most painful bone spur having blister causing issues, in my entire adult athletic life. It still causes issues to this day, and why I have to wear wide shoes.
Oh wow. And the girls probably weren’t impressed, either.
8 weeks out of Olympic Trials in 2008, our training group was playing 4 square on deck before practice started, and I rolled my ankle. Rolled it to the point i had xrays and a boot for a week. BUT - I rolled it not in the course of play, but just shuffling between squares between points.
Four square is a fun game. I shall make sure to never play it again.
You’ve likely mentioned this before but what events did you go to trials for? I bow to your swimming prowess.
I was out of commission for about two weeks because I injured my neck while dreaming. I don’t even remember what the dream was about, but I yanked my head backward in response to something in the dream and instantly woke up in tons of pain, spent a week with a cervical collar on and couldn’t do any physical activity for about two weeks.I tore my big toenail off while closing a window. The window was behind a sofa and as I reached/stepped forward to pull the window down my toenail caught on the underside of the sofa and ripped off. It was excruciating and it never grew back fully adhered to the nail bed, so after years of living with pain I had it fully removed and cauterized so I don’t have a toenail there anymore.
Out for a run on our paved trail system and stepped off of the side of the trail, fell and landed on my left arm. Right in front of a family taking family pictures in a wooded area. Nothing broken but I bruised my sternum and some ribs. Wish I would have had a donut! Worst part was trying to hop up start running again and pretend it didn’t hurt. Ok. My pride was fractured.
I dropped a plate while putting the dishes away in the cabinet over the kitchen counter
I stuck my foot out to keep it from hitting the floor full force and breaking. Since It was Summertime, I had no shoes on. The plate fell straight down, with the edge hitting my big toe like a very dull guillotine, and harmlessly rolling away
It wasn’t long before a bruise began to form, starting right below the cuticle, but never quite reaching the opposite end of the nail
The rest of the Summer was “Is today the day it comes off?”
Interestingly, as weeks went by, the nail came undone from the back before the front, so it kinda hinged forward like …
more donuts will definitely help, once in that sugar high/buzz the pain will surely diminish
tripped over a concrete slab 2" high, where the trail changed from dirt to concrete. I’d only run over that trail change a couple of hundred times before… took the skin off the palms of both hands and an elbow, a couple weeks to heal…
walking down from a Munro summit in the Scottish highlands, stepped on some mud and took a tumble, landed on my side on one of the few rocks poking up out of the mud, broke two ribs… a painful vacation and another couple of months of not doing anything, most unpleasant.
most recently, daydreaming in the pool during backstroke, watched the flags go by and forgot to turn, WHAM ! headfirst into the wall… luckily I don’t go very fast, backstroking… not that much damage at least, a headache and couldn’t ever look that lifeguard in the eye again
1993, age 20, playing hacky-sack. “Served” by pinching the hack between two feet - jumping up and flinging it forward. One time I didn’t get my feet under me in time; my heels skidded along the ground until I reached a discontinuity where brick sidewalk met asphalt. My heel caught on the little ledge while my body kept going, dislocating my foot from my leg by rolling it to the outside.
Though I run well, it is crunchy to this day, and in the spring when the weather improves, it hurts like a bastard.
As a teenager, kicked my brother (fair retaliation for him breaking my nose or something, I’m sure). Kicked full force and…missed. Kicked his chair leg instead and broke a toe. It’s been 1/4" shorter than the matching toe on the other foot since.
Mid 2000s. Mountain bike ride but…not on a mountain, just flat gravelly area. Turned wrong and tipped over, landing on my handlebar. Broken rib and punctured lung.
Hopped off a bump and noticed there was a bobcat (big kitty, not little forklift) in my landing zone. I panicked, locked up the brakes; he ran, I hit, I bounced, and my riding buddy (who was busy watching the cat) landed on top of me … rear wheel in the knee, front wheel to the head. Oddly enough, I only sprained my thumb (subconsciously, I think I tried to CATCH him!!!)
The Saturday before the first day of my Freshman year in college we headed down to the 40Watt to see Better Than Ezra. Show was getting crazy, lots of stage diving and crowd surfing. I’m up on the stage and dive into the crowd and ride the wave all the way to the back of the crowd where I’m promptly thrown sideways pinwheeling in the air and landing on my left ankle. I tried to stand and immediately fell, then hopped my way over to the side wall. Slide down the wall and at this point I’m in tears as I look at my ankle which tilted at an abnormal 30 degree angle to the side. Ended up with a broken ankle, 2 screws and a metal plate to fix it, and spent my first quarter in college on crutches. But I still recovered in time for Spring Ultimate and made a trip to Nationals that year with the team.
Six years ago, I was running at night and my phone buzzed. I pulled it out to check it and tripped over a chain that was strung across the road at knee height to keep cars from going down it. I’d seen it a million times before, just blanked out on it. Exploded my left elbow joint and fractured my left forearm trying to stop myself from hitting the pavement with my face. The height of the chain really flipped me hard. Still can’t straighten my left elbow and didn’t know it fractured my left forearm until a year later and that is still painful/fractured because the pain from the exploded elbow joint was so severe, it masked pain from anywhere else nearby. Completely altered my triathlon life for the worse still to this day, five years lost due to complications (it’s complicated) all for running while texting.
Last year at Vail, after our first day of skiing, I tore my rotator cuff walking to the hot tub. Beer in hand, I tripped going up the cement stairs and landed right on my shoulder. Managed to ski 4 more days but needed help getting dressed and had to drink left handed the rest of trip.
Skiing is easy. Walking, not so much. You are not alone
The Saturday before the first day of my Freshman year in college we headed down to the 40Watt to see Better Than Ezra.
They’re one of my favorite groups! I’ve seen them twice - one summer outdoor concert that was amazing, one indoor that was good but didn’t hold a candle to outdoor summer
