It has been an eventful day for. A 230km ride from the east Coast to Woodlands to Desaru. True to our reliable gathered intelligence it was dreadfully hot, and challenged the fittest among us.
For more about today's daring challenge on Desaru's hot and hilly geography, read Matthew's post.
It was an unusually long ride for me, as I rarely ventured past the 180-190km range for my long run. Today was, indeed, a personal best (PB) distance for me. Clifford (the founder of the TriFast blog) noted that I keep getting PBs - I adore them, as I can measure my progress scientifically.
Unfortunately, I was hit by a taxi on my way home today. I was drafting my friend Mervyn, about a few metres behind. Something hit me, and I must have gone done for the count. It took me eight minutes to be revived by paramedics from the Changi General Hospital. Rest assured, I am somewhat battered physically, with a bruised ego and a sore bum.
The staff was nice, and both doctor and nurses gave me assurances. With multiple abrasions, a black eye, a fractured cheek bone, and no recollection of the crash, I am no more a pretty face. I thank Mervyn for being a witness, and Roger for collecting the remnants of my mutilated bike. I am sad that this bike, that has followed me for about six Ironman races internationally, has been laid to rest. Being full carbon, my late-bike cannot be repaired.
I am thankful and grateful to all my well wishes, especially those who wrote with me today. You are, indeed, my Triathlon Family! I will be off to meet the investigation officer tomorrow.
Photograph: Thank you, Nigel Chua/Matthew Wong! You guys were so generous of your time, and considerate of the riding team today.