Transient Things

Stupid Camp Injuries

Posted by Rath Loeung , Tuesday, July 13, 2010 9:42 AM

I can't say I've fully experienced a season of camp until something accidental reveals the wuss inside me. I don't get hurt very often, but it's not because I'm some agile, graceful creature. It's because I don't like pain. Pain stinks, and you will hear about it from me if I'm feeling it. I try my best to spare people from Whiny-Rath by not getting hurt.

Last year at camp, I had my bike to zip around camp with. As hilly as Highland Lakes is, it made for some fun back and forth treks between the various venues I had to be at. I always wore gloves and a helmet. Almost. One particular downhill ride I chose not to wear my helmet and what happens? I snag my front tire on a tree root and I'm thrown over my handlebars for the first time ever. So, alright... I'll make sure the helmet is a constant if I'm on my bike. Lesson learned.

A few days ago, I decided that I needed to be in a hurry coming back from the Batte Center, our venue for worship. So I took off running towards our apartments. About half a dozen steps into what was an attempted sprint, my flip flops decided they were done being cooperative. I spent the next four steps trying to regain my balance before I made up my mind that a fall was inevitable and so, what was the best way to minimize the hurt? I tucked and rolled. Injury report? Scrapped up left little pinky, left ankle, right thumb, and a big chunk of skin gone from my right toe. I think I got off pretty easy considering I could have landed on my teeth. Still, it hurt and I'ma whine about it.