Well, it finally happened. Last night at practice, as I was warming up with some forward cross rolls, I caught a toe pick and did a spectacular belly flop onto the ice.
I hit my stomach and the natural padding on my chest and slid...well, I was just past the blue line when I fell, and I came to a stop pretty close to the hockey circle on that side, so probably a good 10-15 feet. I felt all the air go out of my lungs. Thankfully I didn't hit my chin or try to brace myself with my hands. Still, I was very much The Adult Skater Everyone Thinks Is Horribly Injured for a few seconds. BF, who was coaching about ten feet away, was there immediately, patting down my back and asking if I could breathe, was dizzy, etc. I was quite the spectacle. I got up and skated it off, though, albeit with much reduced power on, well, everything because I'd been spooked pretty badly.
Today, of course, my abdomen hurts, my boobs hurt, and my shoulders are terribly stiff. It wasn't that bad (not worth using up one of my two weekly doses of Aleve) until the drive home, when the seatbelt started giving me trouble. However, I still have some tramadol, so I've taken that and will soon float off in a haze of not-very-good-but-better-than-nothing painkilling sleepiness. Strangely, the bruise I thought I saw a shadow of all over my stomach last night never materialized, but I have a small one at the very top of my left thigh. I also have a bruise on my right knee, which I don't remember hitting, but must have on the way down.
Some days I am definitely reminded why most people who do this are kids. Kids bounce. I do not.
I hit my stomach and the natural padding on my chest and slid...well, I was just past the blue line when I fell, and I came to a stop pretty close to the hockey circle on that side, so probably a good 10-15 feet. I felt all the air go out of my lungs. Thankfully I didn't hit my chin or try to brace myself with my hands. Still, I was very much The Adult Skater Everyone Thinks Is Horribly Injured for a few seconds. BF, who was coaching about ten feet away, was there immediately, patting down my back and asking if I could breathe, was dizzy, etc. I was quite the spectacle. I got up and skated it off, though, albeit with much reduced power on, well, everything because I'd been spooked pretty badly.
Today, of course, my abdomen hurts, my boobs hurt, and my shoulders are terribly stiff. It wasn't that bad (not worth using up one of my two weekly doses of Aleve) until the drive home, when the seatbelt started giving me trouble. However, I still have some tramadol, so I've taken that and will soon float off in a haze of not-very-good-but-better-than-nothing painkilling sleepiness. Strangely, the bruise I thought I saw a shadow of all over my stomach last night never materialized, but I have a small one at the very top of my left thigh. I also have a bruise on my right knee, which I don't remember hitting, but must have on the way down.
Some days I am definitely reminded why most people who do this are kids. Kids bounce. I do not.
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