Never thought it would happen to me but the way I am with my running and biking, I knew at the back of my mind that it was only a matter of time before I injure myself.
Four years ago, I almost tore my knee. Less than a year into running I over-trained myself so much so I developed runner’s knee. I was in danger of getting surgery as advised by a couple of doctor’s but a third opinion put me to three months of rest and therapy instead. I thanked my lucky stars I dodged surgery that time and have been happily running and eventually biking ever since.
This time though, I wasn’t so lucky. I went out to ride on Philippine Independence Day so I was expecting there’d be lots of fellow bikers on the roads of Nuvali. Surprisingly, the pavement was relatively runner- and bike-free at four o’clock on a cloudy and windy Thursday afternoon.
I got so into my ride that as I approached Gate 5 from a downhill I underestimated the degree of the curve and wasn’t able to slow down and brake right away as I skidded on sand and gravel at the curve and lost control.
Before I could wrap my brain at what happened, I was on my back wincing in pain, catching my breath, pushing myself off from the ground by my feet. By the time I got myself up, I saw three security guards around me, one was on his radio while the other was asking me if I was alright. The other was pulling my bike up.
As I tried to gather my wits, I started to feel my right arm getting sore. I felt a bulge on my right shoulder and figured I dislocated it. That’s when I realized I landed on my upper right back as I pushed myself off my bike while speeding through the turn.
Yet I still had the good (or bad) sense to save my bike from crashing on the sidewalk by standing on my pedals and pushing myself off it. I felt myself fly for a half-second as I jumped back first onto the ground. I didn’t hear a crack but a loud thud that knocked the wind out of me told me I was in trouble.
One of the guards then asked if I was still okay to ride. I said no, I think I dislocated my right shoulder. He then called for the Nuvali rescue team to come. In about ten minutes they arrived, put me on a sling and took me to the nearest hospital. At the Southern Luzon Hospital and Medical Center in Paseo de Santa Rosa, I was brought to the Emergency Room. The X-Ray that followed confirmed my fears. Not only did I break my collarbone, but I broke it in two places.
Good thing they have a very competent Orthopedic department. Soon as my health insurance cleared and the stainless implant was purchased, the surgeon was ready to operate. Due to low potassium levels though, caused by over-sweating (I’ve been running and riding four days straight by then), it had to be delayed a day to get my levels up. Soon as I was cleared, the surgery was good to go.