Bollocks, discussed in 272 words
Infants & Sumo Wrestlers, as myth would have it, have something in common. They happily function with un-descended testicles; I on the other hand, do not function well as I discovered on Sunday.
The closest most of us get to this phenomena is when we get into extremely cold water resulting in ‘shrinkage’.
I was hurtling along at 30kph in a dripping wet lycra suit during a triathlon. It’s hard to feel anything when you’re body is so pumped of adrenalin & all you’re focused on is passing the guy ahead & the one ahead of him.
My body temperature must have been low, it was raining & the wind was biting my skin; I’d already lost sensation in my hands, arms and thighs when I noticed a searing pain in my groin. I quickly figured out that lefty had ‘retired’ and every revolution of the pedal felt a blow like a vinegar-soaked conker fight, except the conker was hard wired to my nervous system.
No amount encouragement over the following 10 miles of the route was going to sort this; every time my leg came up I was delivered a piercing reminder that I was very much alive.
I had that gut wrenching sick feeling in my stomach (which if you’ve ever been kicked in the nuts, you’ve never forgotten) and still had a 10k run to do.
The happily ever after bit of the story..
It was okay in the end, not as painful once I’d dismounted the razor sharp saddle of my bike and swapped it for a pair of trainers. They found their rightful place and all was well.
Mark,
You made me feel sorry for you but the same time proud of you for the strong heart you have,well done….love you.