Yes folks that’s right I forgot that I could speak English!
How does that happen you ask? Well let me tell you. Story number 1: In one of
the training exercises we did I was part of a primitive tribe that could only
speak in long complicated syllables. I have no idea how to even write what the
language would look like, but it may look something like patugaodagtzadedelala.
Anyway, towards the end of this exercise I just so happen to kneel on the
ground. Little did I know that I just so happened to kneel on a fire ant nest.
I knelt there for a few seconds and felt little stabs of pain. I told myself
that I was just kneeling on pine needles until my leg literally started
burning. I jumped up noticed the ants and started slapping my leg,
jumping/running from the nest all while yelling gibberish. Everyone looked at
me very strangely wondering what the heck I was doing. This is when I realized
no one understood what I was saying. It was then that I managed to find the
English words to say my leg was on fire because I knelt on a nest of fire ants.
My right lower leg and foot are covered in zit like welts from the ants biting
me.
I
wish I could say this was the only funny injury tale to tell from training
camp, but alas it is only the beginning. Story number 2: On Monday or Tuesday
while playing Ultimate Frisbee at 7 AM I did a running dive in attempts to
catch the Frisbee and slid across some gravel scrapping up my side. The same
game I also went down to catch a Frisbee and skidded across another rocky patch
on my knees cutting and skinning the one up pretty good. For a while it looked
worse than it actually was because the only way to keep my knee bandaged up was
to have it wrapped in gauze. A band-aid and even duct tape refused to stick to
my knee in the humid Georgia heat.
Story number 3: I’ll make this
short and sweet without giving away the details of what we were doing. I don’t
recommend using a broom while getting really dizzy (especially if you easily get
motion sickness), jumping, and running on a concrete floor. It just ends with a
collision and head to cement contact and crawling away while trying to keep the
big dinner you just ate in your stomach. Yes I kept it all down, but I did sit
out for the rest of the night.
Story number 4: I stepped in/on a
burning candle and didn’t get burned. I did, however, end up with wax all over
my feet and my left hand. The candle was stuck to the bottom of my flip-flops;
which were stuck to the floor. They were so stuck that I couldn’t just pull my
foot up and walk away. I practically tripped myself. It was hilarious because
my team and I were going up front to introduce ourselves so everyone on S-squad
saw the whole thing and they all knew about my previous injuries.
Don’t
worry I am more than okay. In fact I have never been better. I love you all and
thanks for your continued support and prayers. And to future World Racers training camp isn’t all that dangerous unless you happen to be accident prone. ;D
