While in the midst of enoying a beautiful weekend down at Smith with friends, I took a whipper with unfortunate consequences.
When clipping, I rarely bite the rope (as some do) because a deep and morbid fear of falling and having the teeth ripped from my head.
Oddly enough, this weekend I bit the rope, I fell, and the teeth were ripped from my head.
Just got back from the dentist- looking at a couple sessions of oral surgery in the near future.
The real bummer (aside from the humiliation of falling on an easy route, the lameness of ending a beautiful day early, etc.) is that this is not covered by my dental plan. The money I'd been saving to go to Europe will now be invested in a set of false chompers.
Sucks to be me today.