This is about halfway up..nice tongue Jaspy! We ran where we could and then hiked the rest. It was fantastic and challenging. Jasper very much enjoyed himself. We made it to the top just after Ken started his race (about 45 minutes after beginning our journey).
Now here is where the story starts to take a turn....
Jasper and I watched Ken ride by during his first lap. He was all smiles and looked like he was having a grand 'ole time. We cheered and then went in search of a better vantage point. The second time we saw him, I started to cheer and then realized there was blood all over his face. Didn't quite make it through the cheer. He gave me and interesting look but continued on his way. The third time we saw him, I didn't even try to cheer. I threw out questions like, "Are you okay?" and "Do you need to stop?" Alas, he kept going. All I could think was-Great-he broke his face...AGAIN!
At this point, I knew we needed to start heading down the mountain or we wouldn't make it to the finish. Jasper and I kicked it into high gear and ran 90% of the way down (only stopping to hike where it was too steep to run). We made it to the finish area about 3 minutes before Ken. What can I say, we like to play it close. He finished second in his Expert class....after crashing. He is too good ;-) After looking at him closer, I told him we were going to the medical clinic. He didn't even argue...maybe because there was blood running down the inside of his sunglasses?!
When we got inside this is what he looked like...
He had the awesome task of scrubbing off all of that dried blood. I say OUCH! The people in triage looked at him and after the head nurse came and took a peek...it was decided...stitches!
Because I had Jasper, I was not able to go to the back with him (I did sneak back for a minute to check on him when someone offered to hang on to the pooch). Jasper decided the floor of the clinic was too hard and determined that the chairs were a bit more comfortable.
After almost 2 hours, Ken was released and looked like a brand new guy...hehehe...okay maybe not...but at least the holes in his face were closed.
I gave him a tea and a banana and we headed to watch Colin finish his race! I had warned him that Ken had fallen and he had actually seen Ken go through his last lap, so he was not too surprised at the carnage. Of course, true to form, I had to run back the the clinic and grab some forgotten items and by the time I returned, Colin had come through the finish line. Will I ever get to see him?! He did outstanding and even after missing the start of his race...due to delays of their start and the inability of the race people to communicate the start time. He came in 7th...AWESOMENESS!
We stayed just long enough for Ken to pick up his medal (and more importantly his beer mug) and then headed for the truck. After checking out Ken's other injuries....not TOO terrible...and grabbing a sandwich (lunch at 4 anyone?), we got in and headed home.
Originally, we were supposed to head up to Breckenridge to watch Errin play in a sand tournement, but things did not go as planned their either and with Ken's face, we all just decided to head down the mountain.
The evening was filled with pizza, ice cream and a movie on the couch!
Yesterday was a pretty relaxed day....Taking care of Ken (yeah right-he wanted to go to Costco and to texture the ceiling of our bedroom) and another movie night on the couch. Good times!
This is what Ken looks like back at work today....
Still a little swollen, but MUCH better :-)
Hope you had a lovely weekend...and maybe less bloody!