Are you kidding me? A triathlon and I have never belonged in the same sentence. It must have been time for something new! (The "BEFORE" race shot, with goggles and swim cap in hand.) What an unforgettable week this was! I actually DID enter my first triathlon, with the goal of simply finishing it. Take note of the emphasis on the word FIRST, because I loved it so much, that you can guarantee that there will be more. It was a blast. Seriously. My friends Lorraine and Robin had trained and signed up to do the event, which was two days ago, on Saturday. Three days beforehand, I heard about it and basically had a spontaneous urge to join them, so I registered. The only partial preparation ahead of time that I had been doing was cycling in the neighborhood here and there on my mountain bike with some other friends. And doing some micro-laps in our backyard pool. Our friend, Dave, was also there. The three of us women appreciated Dave's encouragement and support, as he's ...
Here's my black eye after one week (the last pic). It looked awful a day or two afterwards. In case you missed the story, here's what happened. We were in Colorado on the lake at Kelly's parents' house and Aly asked me if I would ride on the tube behind the boat with her. I usually stick to skiing, which is MUCH safer, but I didn't want to disappoint my cute little niece, so I agreed. Kelly was driving the boat like a maniac (he was, don't listen to him if he tries to deny it), and the two of us (Aly and I) went flying off and her foot pounded my eye so hard that it immediately bulged out and was swollen for a few days and has since turned various shades of purple, yellow, and blue. I had a really sore neck too. Anyway, it's been embarrassing and awkward the last two weeks walking around with a black eye, getting strange looks from people, wondering what the heck happened to me. It's almost all the way gone, luckily.
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I am glad to see that you are healing up, and soon you will have nothing but these pictures and the distant memory to remind you of it. I think that I just might stick to skiing if it were me.
This is the first black eye I've ever had, so I took several pictures. Hopefully it will be my last! The first one was one day later, the second was was about 3 or 4 days later, then the last one was one week later. It's now been two weeks and I just have a little more purple left below my eye.
The bummer is that my bone above my eye is really sore and tender still and when I wash my face I have to be really careful around that eye. I'm still blown away that my little niece's foot could have so much force while we were flying through the air to crash and burn from the tube.