Momo's post came to mind when this happened (Beware of the Taper):
H fell on his bike on Wednesday. My friend Kathy and I heard a crunch behind us and commented, What was that? Where is Hartley? When I looked back, there was H, on the ground, just getting up. I wasn't worried until he started asking me where everyone was (we had turned around early from the group) and what was going on. When I asked him-where are we going tomorrow? and he had no idea, I thought Oh shit we were in trouble. Apparently he hit his head really hard (no crack in helmet) and has some nasty road rash on his hip. In a split second, we decided Kathy would stay with H and I would hightail it back the 8 miles or so to the car and come to pick them up. I then did my only speed workout for the month in that 8 miles, turning the damn Garmin off because my HR was off the charts. I got the car and headed back. I saw a Corrales police officer on the way to the car, giving a ticket to someone and mentioned my husband may have a head injury back there and could he check on him. He said in a very annoying voice: Well, I guess when I am done giving this ticket. Gee, officer, don't let me ruin your day with a bike accident! I was so pissed!! (he never showed up by the way-probably went to lunch the shape he was in). I made it back to H and Kathy just as they were riding to meet me. H seemed OK by then, remembered everything-took about 15 min for his head to clear. Kathy's ex was a neurosurgeon and me being an ex-nurse-a dangerous combination-so we had group worry that H had a head injury. I have been observing him now for 2 days and no symptoms so far of a cerebral bleed. He has a very sore hip and his "A" race in 2 days. We traveled from ABQ to Bakersfield yesterday. Now Bakersfield is famous in that this is where I was born 53 and 1/3 years ago. I really don't remember much-we moved when I was a baby but always felt like a California girl at heart. So here I sit in our ever so comfortable Hampton Inn room. We are on our way to Guerneville today, home of the Vineman 70.3. H has ice on his hip as we speak and we are praying he can run by Sunday. Everytime he gets up to walk, he says ohhh, man! Looks iffy at the moment..
So either we are both in terrible denial and H won't be able to run at all by race day or he will heal in the next 48 hours at least enough to complete Vineman. What a drag! H and I have been operating out of positive thinking about all of it. Go with the flow..he is in the best shape of his life and I feel his disappointment over this..