Nearly two weeks ago I lost a fight with a kettlebell. Somehow, someway, I managed to smash my ring finger on my left hand. I consider myself lucky that it was only the tip of my finger. Otherwise, I may have broken it. The initial impact was incredibly painful. I stumbled to get up quickly to run to the chainlink fence. I was so close to "tossing my cookies". I also managed to bloody a knee when I fell. Great! Fortunately I did not vomit and was able to compose myself before leaving the gym. You should have seen the faces of the other gym members as I emerged from the "back room" still smiling...covered in sweat, clutching a hand and blood running down my right leg. Priceless!
As the days have passed I have kept a watchful eye on my finger/nail. The throbbing is probably the worst part and it looks gross. I have been wrapping it was waterproof tape and keeping it clean. I have heard the horror stories about losing a nail and I am not interested, however, I may not have a choice. I am very thankful that my finger didn't swell and I never had to take my wedding ring off.
One thing... I didn't realize how important this finger is. Don't worry, I can't/won't let this stop me. You know me better than that. I do not quit that easily. It's just a finger! I didn't let it stop me from doing a 30 mile night ride the very next evening on the MiddleFork. I will tell ya that it was difficult to hold on to the handlebars but not impossible. I taught myself to brake with only my pointer fingers a couple years ago so that was not an issue. I haven't missed a workout at the gym either. There are a few things I am unable to do but my awesome trainer has worked around it. Gripping bars and swinging kettlebells is harder but it can be done.
Okay, okay. Pass the glass of concrete!