Well, it has been a long time since I last updated you all with the latest in my Triathlon story. "You all"…. I’m pretty sure I'm probably just talking to myself here. I can't imagine anybody is reading this nonsense. It has in fact been so long since my last post, that I can neither remember the settings and colours that I use on this blog site…. nor remember what I had previously written! I have just had to read over every post to remind myself. Gees, I must be getting old, I no longer get ID'd when buying alcohol, nor can remember what I did last summer.
Since I last blogged I have had, lets say, an eventful Winter. I finished my last posts with great and probably unrealistic intentions of continuing training throughout the winter, in order to maintain the general level of shitness that I had acquired in every discipline, unfortunately my clumsiness got in the way of this fantastic plan.
I continued with my running after my last post, as I had the Lausanne 10K to do in October. This was a nice race. It was raining in the morning, right up until the start, so I was piss wet through, but other than that it was really fun…. well as fun as running ever can be, because let's face it, it is horrific!
After that, the snow started to fall in Zermatt, which made it difficult to do anything triathlon-esque, so training kind of fell by the way side.
Then on December 1st, things really went to rat shit. I was up teaching in the morning on the beginners area, at Sunnegga. After my lesson finished I decided to ski down to the Chair Lift and ride back up, rather than taking the bubble up from the beginners area…. this is where in the horror movies that terrible music starts playing and you know the character has made a dreadful mistake. I skied down an easy blue run towards the chair lift. I think I was skiing quite fast and remember thinking what a nice day it was. Next thing, I realised that I was skiing off the edge of the piste. I don't know what went wrong, but I remember thinking, holy shit this is going to hurt!
Unfortunately the Mountain just drops away at the edge of that piste, so as I left the piste at high speed, it was like taking off on a jump. I don't remember landing (landing being a generous description, crashing being more accurate) but I came around in a fair bit of pain.
I was helicoptered off the mountain and given some sort of hallucination inducing drug that had me convinced I was living in the 60's Austin Powers style. I woke up in the CT scanner in Visp hospital.
|Me in Bern Intensive care|
It turned out that I had severe internal injuries. I had split my liver completely into two pieces and therefore had internal bleeding, I had also bruised my pancreas and kidneys and given myself a black eye. For a while they couldn’t locate my gall bladder, but no fear, this was found at a later date. I was then flown to Bern hospital where there was a specialist Stomach Unit and spent the first night in intensive care, followed by another not so fun ten nights on the stomach unit, sharing mainly with old ladies who were incapable of controlling their bowels. Then it was a move to Visp hospital, closer to home, until I was finally let out 23 days after my accident.
So no training of any kind was done for three months whilst I was recovering, or for the two months after that as I was still sore and there was still snow on the ground, or the month after that as I have been on holiday!!
However, in a moment of madness in January, 6 weeks post accident, I think I must have still been high on Morphine, I entered the Zürich sprint triathlon which is at the end of July. This means I now have two months to get fit and learn to swim again…. crap!
I also today, bought a wetsuit, which the man in the shop has assured me is the perfect fit, but is so tight I seem to not be able to breathe in (which I guess is fine as it may prevent water from entering my lungs when I am drowning) and does not seem at all conducive to the Brownlee cake and pie triathlon diet!! I will try swimming in it soon and let you know the outcome!!