…but the doctors said the hit to my chest was so hard I was like a police officer who’d been shot while wearing a bulletproof vest.
It was Monday at the Pier. Low tide, 30+ knot winds…an epic session was guaranteed for all. Except me. On my very first run (sailing a 4.0) I was overpowered within ten seconds of leaving the beach. I thought “let me go out a bit anyway…I’ll rig down in five minutes.” I got twenty more good seconds in before I stuck the leeward rail and got slammed hard, chest into the boom with all my weight.
It hurt. After a minute I waterstarted, and immediately knew I had to get off of the water and rest. Back on the beach breathing was painful and I felt stunned, and when I didn’t feel any better after 20 minutes I grabbed my rig and began walking it back to my van. Jeff took one look at me and said “let me take that for you.”
I sat around in a daze for an hour, watching everyone (Jeff, Jon F, John H, Scott, Jason, Fisherman, the Wolf etc) tear it up. It became clear that I wasn’t going to be getting back on the water that day, so I came home. When I woke up the next day and felt no better it was time to call the doctor.
So when can I sail again? “Let the pain be your guide” said the doctor.
Breathing still hurts, so we wait.
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