The bike-related injury (BRI) that kept me off the bike the longest was a cracked collarbone (which led to frozen shoulder) that took me out of circulation for four or five months, and affected my riding, in terms of lost confidence, for most of a year. I knew, as I lay in the dust in the middle of the trail, staring up into a pair of swaying maple saplings, that I wasn’t gonna like being out of commission, but it sure was a pretty day that day.
That same year, I sprained an ankle failing to clip out of one pedal as my body and bike chose alternate lines around an unexpected stump. But I’ve sprained my ankles so many times (soccer and trail running) that I can more or less live with the tenderness that ensues. It’s a nuisance as much as an injury.
Oh, and one year I insisted on grinding a big gear all the time and gave myself an unholy case of Iliotibial Band Friction Syndrome, though it’s worth noting that this affliction, formerly ITBFS, has now been truncated to Iliotibial Band Syndrome or IBS, and that’s probably for the best, because no matter how bad your ITBFS is, it’s better than a serious case of IBS any day. Still, it took me a long time to shake that, and I basically had to learn to ride at a higher cadence/gear.
That’s probably for the best.
Earlier this year I tore my rotator cuff modestly (other shoulder) going over the bars (OTB) from the top of a skinny log pitched at 45degrees to vertical. I sought no medical attention for that one, and it firmed up mostly, although sometimes it doesn’t like for me to remove my shirt.
I’m sure it’s not the only one.
What else is there? A sore rib or two. Plenty of lost skin. Bruises like dessert plates. Oh, I had a chunk of wood stuck in my arm for a few weeks once, but my friend Chapman cut it out for me. His dad was a doctor, so it seemed ok.
Touch wood, my knees and hips are in reasonable shape, and I have an array of other stupid sports to thank for my other, more time-consuming traumas, torn tendons in both hands, busted wrist, angry quadratus lumborum, Achilles tendonitis, etc. I went for a physical just a few clicks back and the nurse practitioner looked at my chart and told me she’d never seen so much trauma in one chart before. I told her the list she had was only partial.
I don’t think she was impressed.
So anyway, this week’s TCI Friday wonders what your worst BRI was, how you got it, and how long it kept you grounded. I’d be willing to wager my list pales in comparison to a few of you.