Consistent Training, Good Grades, and Bad Luck
Consistent Training, Good Grades, and Bad Luck?
It’s been a while since I last posted—my road trip feels like ages ago now. Truth be told, there just wasn’t much to write about. Life settled into a steady rhythm: lectures, training, and a new unit on ethics and sustainability, which I’ve found surprisingly fascinating. It dives deep into philosophical questions and explores the role of ethics in the business world—challenging, but interesting stuff.
Training had been going really well these past weeks. I couldn’t run due to a minor hip injury, but swimming, biking, and strength training were all on the up. I felt strong.
Last weekend, though, I was unusually tired and decided to listen to my body and take it easy. That turned out to be a good call—I started Monday feeling refreshed. After a light brekkie, I headed out for a long swim, then biked to school on my trusty single-speed.
On the way home, I made a quick stop for groceries, then pedaled on. Just one last little uphill before home. I stood on my pedals to power through it. A couple of strong pushes—and then, snap. My chain came off. The sudden shift threw my balance off completely, and I was launched over the handlebars. Mid-air, I knew something was wrong. The moment I hit the ground, I felt it: my collarbone was toast.
I managed to get off the road and lay back in the grass. Pulled out my phone and called an ambulance. While I was on the call, a man stopped to ask if I’d been hit by a car. I explained what happened. Then, another man—an older, friendly guy—pulled over on his way to clean up plastic waste. The first guy had to dash (his daughter had basketball practice), but kindly gave me his number—he worked with the police.
Soon after, the hospital called back asking if I had another way to get there without an ambulance. I turned to the older man, and he kindly offered to drive me. At the hospital, I started feeling dizzy and lightheaded while standing at reception. They quickly got me lying down and found me a bed in the ER lobby. And then... the waiting game.
After three hours, I finally got an X-ray—yep, broken collarbone. Another hour later, I was discharged and headed home, shoulder aching and spirits slightly deflated.
These past few days have been a mix of pain, movies, and not much else. I'm doing my best to stay patient, rest up, and recover. Hoping to bounce back soon and make the most of the time I still have left Down Under.
I am going to try and give weekly updates about my recovery.
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