I was minded when reading Allwell's piece of my first sporting injury and it gave me pause for thought. Apart from my last serious accident, all injuries I've suffered before have been related to my activities on various sporting fields.
I started early - coming off my trike when attempting a ridiculously difficult corner was the beginning. Not many years later, I was running home, leaving my 2-wheeler abandoned in the lane, when I broke my nose and scarred my face going over the handle-bars at the age of about 8. My mum's biggest concern was for the cycle! My next visit to casualty was with a hockey injury. I had been knocked out by a blow to the head. Not from a random ball, but a fellow team-mate smiting the ball and swinging back too high and connecting with my head. Great. Next time was hockey again - after taking a bad hit to the hand, I ended up at the doctor with a smashed knuckle. Nothing they could actually do. Put ice on it, was the advice! A couple of years later and I was back in casualty - this time a smashed knee. Another hockey wound. Again, nothing we can do, put ice on it. My mother must have gone through endless packs of frozen peas that were never eaten due to my sporting injuries.
After this, I took some time out from proper sports. Still cycled everywhere, and guess what? Knocked off my bike - smashed my face again and went home to my mum covered in blood! Fortunately there were no scars and for several years I remained free of sporting injury. Then, just when I thought I was safe, my sister and I decided to teach her children how to ice-skate. I see you, my readers, hiding behind the sofa already! But, no, we managed 2 years before I ended up in casualty. This time it was a fall in which I managed to hit my head so severely that I lost consciousness for more than a minute. This put an end to my sporting endeavours for quite a while. Ice-skating was a no-no, and it wasn't until some years later when I was living in London, that I decided that it would be a good thing to start cycling again.
Good/bad: I'm still not sure. Smashed my knee again (trip to casualty); broke my collar-bone (trip to casualty). Saw awful things on the road but also had some of the most fun of my life. Riding central London at 5 or 6 in the morning and being the only person on Waterloo Bridge to watch the sun rise is a pretty good feeling. Watching a rainbow strike the Rose Window of Westminster Abbey and light up the stained glass, with no-one else around is pretty special. If I hadn't got back on the bike, I'd have missed all that. I guess I've answered my own question. It was good, and now I can cycle in a rural environment, there's very little pain. Apart from the aches of old injuries.