Climbing

Try Not To Die Out There

April 11, 2017

 

You probably can’t tell from the picture, but at that exact moment I was experiencing a wee bit of pain. A few moves prior, I had slipped and bashed my left knee into the rock. By the time I was back on the ground, it was hurting enough that I considered spending the rest of the day belaying. But it was my first outdoor climb since last summer, the day was gorgeous, and I had really, really, really been looking forward to this.

So I sucked it up and kept climbing.

After my fifth climb, I was noticeably limping.

“Let me take a look at it,” a friend offered.

“I think it’s better not to know,” I told him.

I probably should have gone straight home to ice my knee, but instead I went out for pizza with another friend.

“We’re climbing tomorrow, right?” she asked me.

“Absolutely,” I said.

(At this point you may be wondering how I have managed to stay alive this whole time, and also who let me have kids. Excellent questions.)

I couldn’t avoid looking at my knee when I took a shower. It was swollen and a terrible shade of purple. I immediately freaked out, sent a ton of pictures to a medical friend of mine and called him, shrieking, “It’s broken!”

Spoiler alert: My knee is not broken, since I can both bend and straighten it, and it bears weight. It’s just super banged up.

“You’re getting older,” my friend told me. “You can’t do this shit anymore.”

I thought he meant climbing, so I went on a good five-minute tirade before he stopped me, because what he actually meant was all the stuff that came after climbing, i.e., the part where I pretended I wasn’t in god-awful amounts of pain.

Obviously, injuries are not just for old people. Accidents can happen to anyone. But if I want to be climbing and running and skiing and whatever else when I’m seventy, then I need to take care of my body now. That means maximizing my health and safety to prevent injuries, and minimizing the damage when I do get hurt.

So I cancelled climbing for the rest of the weekend and spent Sunday on the couch with an ice pack. When I woke up on Monday, the swelling was gone and my knee was a lovely shade of green.

That’s good enough, right?

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2 Comments

  • Reply Michael April 11, 2017 at 5:42 pm

    I don’t know if you meant this post to be funny, I really enjoyed it and laughed out loud. Hope you don’t mind. You know the saying “what doesn’t kill you”.

    • Reply Lynn April 13, 2017 at 6:59 am

      Half the time I don’t know if I mean to be funny, either, TBH. Glad you had a laugh!

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