2008... the Fuck!
Transportation Delay
Some time in the past, 010208 to be exact, a coworker and I decided to hit up Windham Mountain for a quick half day snowboarding session before work. A simple plan, wake up at 0730hrs, be out by 0800hrs, get to the mountain by 0900hrs, rip it up and then be out by 1300hrs to make it to work by 1430hrs. It would've been a nice riding day being that the northeast was hit with its second snow storm. Albany's second snow emergency. The surrounding area was a complete white out. But, things didn't work out as planned. I couldn't get my my car started. The steering wheel had locked and I couldn't get the damn key to turn its full rotation to breathe life into my car. To make a long story short, I julked out and managed to snap the key inside the ignition system. I was forced to tow it to the closest Ford dealership to get the ignition system drilled out and a new ignition system installed with brand new keys made. I also needed a patch on one of the tires because a nail had punctured the tread. The entire ordeal cost me close to $600. The fuck.
Gym Injury
I was using dumbbells during one of my free weight back exercises. This particular exercise calls for the individual to sit on the edge of a bench, with legs and knees together, back bent so that the chest is almost touching the legs, arms hanging and fully extended while holding the weights beneath the legs. Then you're supposed to lift the weights in a sideways upward motion with elbows locked while focusing on your back muscles to pull the weight until your arms are parallel with the floor. Slowly bring them back to the initial position and repeat. Well, right before I begin the exercise, I usually rotate the dumbbells with my wrists, out of habit, before I begin the set and somehow I hyper-extended my left wrist due to the heavy weight. I didn't counter in time. All that I heard was a loud popping sound. After inspecting my left wrist, I was shocked to discover this candy skittle sized object underneath my skin protruding outward like a cyst. The fuck.
Mountain Wreck
I injured myself snowboarding at Stratton Mountain. Peak of the mountain, nothing but fog. A coworker and I decided to drop down a double diamond with me navigating through the mist. After observing the falls and crashes of other riders ahead of me, I decided to take it down a notch. It didn't matter. I caught or hit something. An edge? A rock? Whatever. I went down fast. I quickly planted my arm to absorb the hit. By doing so, my elbow punched through my right abdomen forcing all the air out of my lungs. My chin hit the ice, my body went one way and my knee the other. Gasping for air, I realized that Colin was right behind me. I quickly tried to locate him in case I needed to somehow try and get out of his way. As I turned left to spot him, I was relieved to see him sliding on his back rocketing away from me down the icy terrain. He managed to hit the same thing that I hit and we collected ourselves and assessed our injuries. He received a big bloody rash down his back. I slightly twisted my knee, bruised my left abdomen and cut my chin. But of course, with a little help of adrenaline, that didn't stop us from riding. Waking up the next day to excruciating pain was a different story. The fuck.
Some time in the past, 010208 to be exact, a coworker and I decided to hit up Windham Mountain for a quick half day snowboarding session before work. A simple plan, wake up at 0730hrs, be out by 0800hrs, get to the mountain by 0900hrs, rip it up and then be out by 1300hrs to make it to work by 1430hrs. It would've been a nice riding day being that the northeast was hit with its second snow storm. Albany's second snow emergency. The surrounding area was a complete white out. But, things didn't work out as planned. I couldn't get my my car started. The steering wheel had locked and I couldn't get the damn key to turn its full rotation to breathe life into my car. To make a long story short, I julked out and managed to snap the key inside the ignition system. I was forced to tow it to the closest Ford dealership to get the ignition system drilled out and a new ignition system installed with brand new keys made. I also needed a patch on one of the tires because a nail had punctured the tread. The entire ordeal cost me close to $600. The fuck.
Gym Injury
I was using dumbbells during one of my free weight back exercises. This particular exercise calls for the individual to sit on the edge of a bench, with legs and knees together, back bent so that the chest is almost touching the legs, arms hanging and fully extended while holding the weights beneath the legs. Then you're supposed to lift the weights in a sideways upward motion with elbows locked while focusing on your back muscles to pull the weight until your arms are parallel with the floor. Slowly bring them back to the initial position and repeat. Well, right before I begin the exercise, I usually rotate the dumbbells with my wrists, out of habit, before I begin the set and somehow I hyper-extended my left wrist due to the heavy weight. I didn't counter in time. All that I heard was a loud popping sound. After inspecting my left wrist, I was shocked to discover this candy skittle sized object underneath my skin protruding outward like a cyst. The fuck.
Mountain Wreck
I injured myself snowboarding at Stratton Mountain. Peak of the mountain, nothing but fog. A coworker and I decided to drop down a double diamond with me navigating through the mist. After observing the falls and crashes of other riders ahead of me, I decided to take it down a notch. It didn't matter. I caught or hit something. An edge? A rock? Whatever. I went down fast. I quickly planted my arm to absorb the hit. By doing so, my elbow punched through my right abdomen forcing all the air out of my lungs. My chin hit the ice, my body went one way and my knee the other. Gasping for air, I realized that Colin was right behind me. I quickly tried to locate him in case I needed to somehow try and get out of his way. As I turned left to spot him, I was relieved to see him sliding on his back rocketing away from me down the icy terrain. He managed to hit the same thing that I hit and we collected ourselves and assessed our injuries. He received a big bloody rash down his back. I slightly twisted my knee, bruised my left abdomen and cut my chin. But of course, with a little help of adrenaline, that didn't stop us from riding. Waking up the next day to excruciating pain was a different story. The fuck.