I have posted these pictures before which, if you haven't spent much time around here, will put you into the picture as to the type of person he is.This one above was taken at Temple Basin last century. The one below was taken in Puerto Rico last year.
Basically he's spent all his life trying to fly.
In light of all this I really shouldn't have been surprised to have received the following text last weekend.
He'd been competing in a race that involved a 30 kilometre bike, a 15 k run (which he reckoned would be two-three hours), an 18 k bike and a ten k kayak.
The conversation unfolded like this:
Me:'??? and ???'
Him: 'I fell over early in the run passing a guy going downhill and dislocated my shoulder (not my bung one - so I am evening things up!) Luckily a doctor was competing so he put it back in for me (ouch!) and I could carry on. Still came 3rd in the veteran men's but I was a bit pissed off because I was leading category by a long way before I crashed. But a good day and I will be back next year.'
Now, I just want to take a moment to consider his text.
He fell at the beginning of the 15 kilometre run and popped his shoulder. Now I haven't ever dislocated my shoulder but a quick Google search reveals, 'IT HURTS LIKE FUCK', 'You will be in a lot of pain. ... It will be loud','The pain from the dislocation is so horrible. When I dislocated my shoulder, I was wishing that my arm would just fall off.'
So bearing this in mind, Sunshine pops his shoulder, gets it popped back in, finishes the run, bikes 18 k and then - the killer - kayaks for ten kilometres.
He's dislocated his shoulder and he kayaks?
There were no lives at risk, no last-planes to catch or no world-coming-to-an-end and he needed to get to his family.
The lengths that man goes to, to think he deserves a beer are just becoming ridiculous.