As many people now know I’ve completed my first triathlon. (Go me!)
But what many don’t know is that, the day before, it could all have gone horribly wrong. I was trying on my singlet over my swimming top to ensure I didn’t have to remove the swim top in transition, just to get a faster transition. It tried the singlet on in the bedroom and then thought I’d put it in my backpack once I was happy that it did indeed fit.
No problem so far.
I walked into the lounge room and ripped off the singlet by extending my arms upward – into our ceiling fan on it’s highest speed!
I though I had just hit the fan blades but the fan was stopped. I was then a little horrified to see the blades spinning fast enough that they were a blur.
My hand was in pain and and I felt the sting of sharp pain in my fingers. They were either off or broken and all I could think of was “Crap, no triathlon tomorrow!”
My son was in he room and he jumped up immeduatelt anto see if I was oky, to mop up the blood and get me to a doctor.
I am pleased to say (and a little chagrined) that there was no blood, no break and all I got for my trouble was a blood blister on the end of my left index finger. Which did hurt mind you!
Anyway, I am either superhuman or, as the Mythbusters have already proven, you cannot do serious damage to a limb by stupidly sticking it into a ceiling fan. 
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Ouch!
Yeah, ouch alright. Funnily enough I didn’t swear! Maybe because my son was there but I think all I said was “ouch!” & “aww crap!”