Sara Black revisited the crash site and learned an important life lesson

Photos courtesy of Sara Black

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As the fourth week of recovering from my hip fracture rolled on by, the fatigue of the injury was beginning to set in. I was just tired of being weak, of taking forever to accomplish any task, of trying to lift myself into positive thoughts when negativity would slip in. I was having difficulty being present and would often find myself daydreaming of what races I could sign up for. Mentally I thought I would be fine in a couple of weeks to do a sprint, but who was I kidding? I could barely even lift my left leg off the floor. I was so attached to becoming well. These thoughts and actions occupied most of my day and I was just emotionally exhausted.

I always find myself in serendipitous situations so I’m a firm believer that things happen for a reason. Work in Subic was scheduled for that week and that gave me the opportunity to drive on the road where I crashed and to relive exactly what happened, how I felt, and tie up loose ends. The uphill climb was really steep, the hardest I’ve ever done, and on the decline I felt completely entitled to go as fast as I wanted. I am completely accountable for my accident.

The universe was sending me a message to slow down, even in my healing process. As soon as I realized and accepted this message, it helped me detach from the outcome of my healing. I will heal when I will heal. No rush.

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Since it was taking a long time to reclaim everything I was capable of on my swim, bike, run, I decided I needed a break and just set my intention on something else for a change. I took a little road trip with the girls to La Union for the long weekend where I was able to surf (body board) and trek (at a snail’s pace). It felt good to be able to do things I love even in a limited capacity. There is life outside training for a triathlon apparently.

The day after I got back from the road trip I was scheduled to go to Pace for a gait analysis to check if I was fit to run. I brought my running shoes but accepted the fact that there was a possibility Francis would tell me I’m not ready. But things always have a way of working out—the gait analysis showed my walk was relatively straight so Francis cranked it up and let me run on the treadmill for a bit. Let me tell you, it felt so good! I got as far as 500m and then was tired but what a great start!

Two more weeks of rehab and Francis says I’ll be back to normal with full functionality. I cant wait to run, bike, sail, aerial yoga, surf, and trek some more!