It's been a week since I stopped to take a soil sample with my nose. I am feeling much better, in fact most of the bruising is gone now. Funny how you only remember the good part of racing after you've been out of it a few years. The road trips, the camping, the competition, the trophies ... the crashes somehow get lost in remembering all of the fun times you had.
The crashes came back to me last week. As I was laying on the ground with the breath knocked out of me, I was fighting for a breath of air. Once that came, I continued to lay there trying to evaluate the situation, did I break anything? Were all the bones hooked together properly? After what seemed like 5 or 6 minutes (between getting my breath back and my orthopedic self diagnosis), I decided I was alright and attempted to stand up. After getting to my feet, I walked back up the trail the 12 to 15 feet to my bike. At least I didn't scramble my brain this time. I hit my head so hard in St Louis, at an AMA Regional enduro in 88, that I saw in black and white for a few seconds. No, I'm not crazy. I have talked to 3 or 4 racers since that time who have had black and white vision momentarily after a nasty hit to the head.
Well, I'm feeling better, I have my bike prepped and ready to go again. On my next ride, however, I don't plan on getting a close up of good ole terra firma.