I was in the Green River Games Enduro this past weekend and after a fun but crazy tech climb, I started down the first timed section.
After a couple of hundred yards I heard a little snap and felt some pressure in my left foot. I didn't fall or even break my momentum. I kept riding trying to feel what the hell was going on, but it felt like there was a stick in my shoe stuck between the sole of my shoe and bottom of my foot. Mind you, I am riding all out in my big ring. As I keep pedaling I start to feel the stick and on the down stroke it starts to hurt on both the top and bottom of my foot at the same time. FAAK! So against all instinct I stop and see a hole in the top of my shoe. Not good. Still in race mode, I start riding again and it occurs to me that I am probably screwed and I should continue heading to the bottom and try to keep the weight on my right foot. After a while I realize that this is the Green River Gorge and if I go to the bottom and I have to evac, that I will be F'd and have a around 3 miles to walk out over lots of slick ass rocks, roots, and a few creek crossings. DBLFAAK!
So I pull over in a big switch back and and take my shoe off. This is what I see:
So I take my sock off and realize that this stick has gone in between my second and third toes and is trying to come out the bottom of my foot. Grrreat. I can feel the point of the stick through the skin on the pad of my foot. A rider stops and asks if I am OK and I tell him no and to tell the race officials that I am out of the race and need an evac. He was a younger guy in his teens. Thanks Bro
Then this guy named Matt comes by and asks if I am OK and I say no and he keeps going. I only mention this because he was part of the group I was with. My answer never registered as he was negotiating the turn. I still get to call him a rat bastard.
I had good cell coverage and called the wife to get her rolling my direction. Then this guy DJ comes rolling in and asks if I am OK and he stops and gets off his bike, tells me he is a WFR and breaks out this huge med kit. I hated that he gave up his race for me. But thanks.
So I wanted this damn thing out of my foot before the swelling began, and I was hoping the blood would flush some of the excess debris. (BTW- this is not medical protocol) so I tried to pull it out. I pulled as hard as I physically could and it would not budge. This felt awesome. So I tried pulling the sock out around the entrance hole, and I simply was not man enough. So rather than try again and cry like a little girl in front of DJ decided it was time to go. That is about the time I realized that this is going to be a long, long up hill walk out of there.
I tried to walk several different ways and eventually found the least painful. DJ took my bike up and out of nowhere this guy Rick? comes up from the bottom. So Rick is nice enough to keep me company all the way to the top. A couple of guys from the aid station came down and offered to go get a truck which made my day. The truck got to the top about the same time I did. Brian Morgan was nice enough to scratch the crap out of his truck and hauled me out to Big Hungry rd where my wife was waiting. We also got to stop by the aid station and grab a PB&J.
Off to Mission Hospital but had to drop a kid with Grandad, and got a change of clothes from my Brother-in-law who raided his dad's closet for me. So I go rolling into Mission looking like I am on my way to a cruise in Miami. 20 minutes later I see this:
You can see in the second pic a bulbous spot in the pad of my foot where it tried to come out. They gave me some Dilaudid and the world became a much better place. That is good sh!t my friends. Then they gave me a local and everything seemed OK.
After the x-rays they determined that I might not need surgery. So the Doc used some forceps and pulled it out. It didn't come of easy. I came off the table and he actually broke a sweat trying to pull it out. They left the wound open and packed it full of gauze so it would drain. Luckily the sock acted like a condom and contained most of the debris.
In and out of Mission in about two hours. Not bad.
The trip to the Dr's office on Monday was not fun. Let me tell you, you do not want you Dr to irrigate your wound with an 18 gauge needle. It seems the infection has set in and we changed antibiotics. I find out later today if I need surgery. He said that if I do they will go in and reestablish the channel and scrape the sides with a curette. sounds fun, No? A curette is a small cup shaped scraper that comes in various shapes and sizes.
So I am out for a while but I am still planning on racing Cranksgiving weekend at Paris Mtn.
The race was great. Steep technical with a few places to really go fast. If you don't like hikabike, the Green river Gorge is not the place for you. The day before I walked the course backwards and probably through around 200 small sticks off the trail. I guess I missed one.
While I missed all of the festivities (damnit) I heard they were a good time. I mean really, beer, bikes, reggae, in Saluda no less. This was a race that mainly consisted of locals and I must say that every single person I spoke with was really nice and very sociable.
Thanks again to the Morgan's, DJ, and Rick.
Could have been be worse.
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