I’m doing this a little different today. I’m posting this blog entry via e-mail so if it looks strange, or has some weird formatting I’m sorry. I guess I should have tested it first. EH, who cares.
Anyway, day 1 is over. My team is sitting in 3rd place .2s out of 1st. As for me, I am sitting in my room with a cast on my hand. Well, a plastic splint like thingy. I managed to damage my left thumb getting into the sled on the second run. Not sure what exactly happened, well, I know what happened, I don’t know why though. The push bar collapsed as I was loading into the sled and it smashed my thumb pretty hard. I’m tough so it didn’t bother me one bit. Actually, that’s a lie. It was excruciating. Of course, after it happened I couldn’t look down and see if it was ok, I was still in command of a 1300lb. ice rocket that was home to 3 other souls for the next 65 seconds. (65.18 to be exact). To make matters worse, St. Moritz starts with a 300m straightaway, and I managed to use every last inch of that straight to think about how mangled my thumb was; and as everybody knows, your imagination always runs wild. I was totally convinced that the bone was sticking out and that I was going to bleed to death before I made it to the bottom. Obviously I didn’t. Turns out it’s probably not broken however the doc says I tore a ligament. Guess I’m just going to have to kick your ass with one hand!
Seriously, I think were sitting in a great position, even after the mayhem. Had we had a clean 2nd run and moved into first there would be a lot of stress overnight. Luckily I left that stress to the Germans. However, I don’t think it’s going to affect him very much; being that he’s won the last 4 World Championships and double gold at the Olympics. He’s a tough SOB.
So, that was my day. How was yours?