Everybody have a happy Easter...
Great w/o's too.
Well I was supposed to do aa 22K today. It turned into an 14K and an 8K run. I had planned my route before I left home with Map24 as my Polar HRM is not calibrated well. At the bird reservation I was too cross lthe first little bridge, run another 200meters then turn round. As I got around there, there was this other cute little bridge a little further up the road. I decided to run to the bridge and make my U-turn there. As I was coming up to the 2nd bridge I saw two legs fly in the air at the other side of it. A man standing on the bridge to where apparently somebody fell.
For a second, I contemplated simply running home, but I didn't and ran across the bridge. This older lady was lying on the ground and the man was lifting a bicycle of off her. I have first aid, so I bent down, asked the usual things. She tried to get up, but I urgently asked her to stay lying down for a while. Then the man said she had blood at the back of her head. So I put her in the stable side position (don't know what you would call that) and checked the back of her head. Yep, there was only one thing left to do. You guessed it -ambulance-. So I called the emergency number, and those idiots put me through to the wrong district @#$%$# So I had to call again. I kept talking to the lady making sure she was still alert. She didn't seem to be in pain. When the ambulance arrive, the paramedics thanked me at least twice for helping out.
Now am I a bad person for thinking for like three seconds about going home? I mean, it's not like I don't want to help, but in the back of my mind there's always this "what if I can't help?", "what if they die while I'm trying to help?", "what if I'm making a mistake?", what if I have to make a judgement call and I take the wrong decision?", what if, what if, what if....
Anyways, so it was another 45 minutes before I could continue my run.