Eton Dorney Lake Sprints last weekend was a ‘great to be back’ celebration.
It was a qualifier for the Worlds Sprint Championships to be held in Bermuda in 2022.
Of course, I was thrilled to manage to gain a slot for that event.
The incident with the dog bite happened not long afterwards and my day ended in the Urgent Treatment Unit at Worthing Hospital, where I was given excellent treatment.
They cleaned out the wounds, actually nine or ten punctures from that bite some worse than others.
I was given and an anti-tetanus jab and a course of anti-biotics the last of which I have just take with a cup of hot chocolate and a few biscuits.
I confess that I felt totally wiped out the next day with the shock of the encounter which was bit of a surprise since I thought I was made of sterner stuff.
Looking in the mirror when we got home had not helped and the next morning there were of course scabs all over my mouth and chin area and because my face had swollen it felt very tight and any movement was uncomfortable. My left cheekbone and the right side on my chin are still a bit tender.
My husband, who I often call St. Stephen proved that the affectionate name had been earned over the years and all this week he has cooked tasty baby food for me, everything chopped very finely so that I did not have to stretch the scabs and back them beleed again. He has babied my all week.
We have only been for a few walks rather than any running and obviously with scabs all round my mouth and nose I have not been able to go swimming this week, which is normally the nicest post-race recovery plan. There were a few shaky days and I admit that I was a bit shocked.
Now, one week later, some of the scabs have dropped off but some are still sticking it out on my face to prevent an early swim training resumption.
However, I do feel much better and more comfortable as the swelling has gone down.
Time heals everything; or so the words of the Jerry Herman song from the musical Mack and Mabel says.
The song is about lost love, and that will not heal quickly as many of us know, maybe never.
The little scars that will remain on my face will however, be completely un-notice within the mass of my octogenarian wrinkles.
I am hoping that a week from now the rest of the unsightly scabs will have dropped off.
The happy times will be back soon; they will, I’m sure.
Yesterday Steve and I met a few of our triathlon friends out in the woods, some dog walking and others digging in to some training for when our super friendly sport of triathlon reaches a state of normalcy once more.
may that day come soon but until then keep a mask in every pocket.
The only way is UP
My last big race was at the end of summer 2019.
Long before the Covid invasion, I was hugely happy with the races that concluded my race season that year.
Steve and I drove home from the ITU World standard distance triathlon championship in Lausanne Switzerland both overjoyed that I had manged to win my tenth World championship title in my age group, which after all is 80-84.
I was the
only woman in the group to reach the finish line, well actually none of my other
competition even made the bike cut off.
The weekend after that I was not be supported by my husband/coach since he had to go away in his truck for a work trip. I would be in good company though because the next race up weekend after ‘Worlds’ was ten minutes from my home and I would have lots of local friends also racing there.
My run pal came to cheer me on which was marvellous for me.
It was The Raw Energy Pursuits who were holding the BTF National Aquathon championships, a swim and run on local road and pathways.
Finishing at the well know Black Rabbit pub and restaurant on the banks of the River Arun where the swim course was.
The final event of 2019 for me was Brighton and Hove triathlon.
Steve and I have both raced that several times.There is very little travel involved being half an hour away from home and no costly overnight stay. We both love that race and it was a qualifier for the ETU Olympic dist, Championships 2020 in Tartu, Estonia.
None of us knew then what a disaster was on the horizon that would bring our triathlon world to a close for a while.
18 months
actually.
As to the
title today please go to YouTube and find Bernadette Peters sings this Jerry
Herman most marvellous song, that is such agony. Time Heals Everything.
Being unable to hold the ones you love is unbearable. I love the Mack and Mabel show.
Time
heals everything
Tuesday, Thursday
Time heals everything
April, August
If I'm
patient the break will mend
And one fine morning the hurt will end
So make
the moments fly
Autumn, winter
I'll forget you by
Next year, some year
Though
it's hell that I'm going through
Some Tuesday, Thursday, April, August
Autumn, winter, next year, some year
Time heals everything, time heals everything
But loving you…
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