“Swim’s done…Good, my ID band is still there,” the Triathlete thought as he exited the water on his 11th Ironman. “Ok, wetsuit off – shoes – glasses – helmet – GO!” Running out of T1 the Triathlete checks his wrist once more for his trusty black ID Band with his name, allergies and emergency contact engraved. At 28 this is not an expected concern but since his 8th Ironman he checks for it every race; the infamous 8th race was the setting for the worst accident of his Triathlon career.
“Breathe – breathe – breathe” his usual calm mantra to keep him steady…This time though something was wrong – his heart, normally the strongest part of his endurance anatomy, was pounding harder than usual and throbbing with pain. In this lapse in concentration he overlooked the pothole in the road and in one explosive second was sent careening off his bike into the ditch on the side.
“This armband saved your life sonny! I woulda had no idea who to call!” exclaimed the Amish Farmer as the EMT’s revived him and his wife held his hand – relieved.
PROTECT YOURSELF
Let the ID Band speak for you
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