I literally ran into a little accident on my last long run.
It's been some weeks since I ran along Mandai Road, where I knew I would run into the family of Macaques who'd always be there along the newly built fence.
So I prep'd myself again by picking up a stick to self defend. This time I had picked up one with thorns.
To make it safer to hold, I plucked out the thorns on the upper section, so that I would not scratch myself when holding it, as I did not know for how long I needed to hold it before I see the Macaques.
I had run some distance, and past the usual spot where they would be scavenging, rummaging through the bushes, or just grooming and relaxing... However, there was no sign of them, yet.
Ran past some plastic bags and packages on the ground -- were they done with their activity here?
Then I saw them... probably stomachs filled, relaxing around and grooming one another.
I started to sway my stick gently - left, right, left ..... Then ......
The stick broke and hit across my right thigh, near my knee, before brushing across my left.
The thorns that I didn't pick out from the lower part of the branch, cut across my skin...
I didn't feel the impact after I passed the family. When I looked down, I saw to my surprise, blood streaming down from a wound...
Wow, that bad ... Luckily I carried a small bottle of hand sanitizer and I started squeezing some onto the wound, blood mixed with my perspiration. I tore a piece of tissue and wiped it. Still the blood continued oozing.
I lightly pressed the tissue on it, till the oozing was less.
Perhaps the salt from my perspiration crystallized the cut and soon there was no blood, but slight sting and bruised red streak remained.
I carried on my running journey.
This served as a lesson to me:
- To be calmer and steadier when met with elements of nature.
- To be more prudent in selecting a sturdier branch, with no thorns and potential hazard to self and others.
- To always have antiseptic (eg sanitizer) on hand.
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