FacePlant. Full stop… dog bites, pulled muscles, sprains, strains, fractured bones, runners get them all, it’s enough to make you wonder why we do it.
Halfway thru a 16k half-marathon training run I tripped on an uneven curb running downhill. In the blink of an eye I mashed my head into the pavement landing on my face—out cold. Concussion, 4 stitches above the left eye, massive abrasions on left side of my face, shoulder, sprained left hand, and sundry other abrasions on knees etc.
The thing is, I didn’t do anything different—or wrong. It was gorgeous day, I was running with 3 friends (fortunately—another good reason to run with other people). I tripped on a curb (so I am told, I don’t remember). In a millisecond I became a patient. The kindness of a stranger driving by whisked me to the ER where I was promptly assessed by a Paramedic and triaged into a room until the pleasant young woman Emergency Physician came to see me, and ordered tests. I was quickly taken to X-ray and back. The physician sutured my face and we waited, and waited until everyone felt I had been observed long enough to go home. The alternative was to wait longer for a CT scan, which we all knew, would be normal anyway.
Of all the injuries a concussion is the worst I think because you can’t see it, people don’t see the problem but often there are lingering subtle effects such as mood or even personality changes (in some cases). Patience and a tincture of time are the only options.
The lingering embarrassment and the never-ending explanations of your highly visible facial contusions framed by that award winning black eye are always met with a persistent, nodding suspicious doubt. Isn’t it always the case, your witnesses are never there when you need them. Someday perhaps we’ll be able to Google-up a video to prove our version of events!
In the meantime the Universe can slap us all around on occasion which is why hermeneutics or the art of interpretation is the road to wisdom.










