The Accidental Piercing
Let me tell you the story of my teammate’s lip piercing. It was the summer of her sophomore year in high school and, like many of the stories you’ll hear here, we were in the gym, conditioning. Two teammates of mine, Hannah and Lacey, were partnered up on one of the stops in our circuits: weighted arch-ups on the vault.
For those of you that don’t know, that means you dangle off the vault with dumbbells in your hands and arch up to vertical as your partner sits on your legs to keep you from slipping. It turns out that last part is very important, for without your partner holding you down, you could slide off the vault… right onto your face. This is something Hannah had to find out the hard way. Literally.
When she hopped onto the vault that day, she had no idea she would be getting a new accessory. You see, before that fateful conditioning exercise, Hannah had no lip piercing.
Afterwards, the same could not be said.
At first, everything was normal.
I’m not quite sure how it happened, but one moment Hannah was mid arch, and the next, BAM! She was smashing her face into the metal leg of the horse.
Perhaps it was just a lack of focus, maybe some slippery clothing into play (as Lacey so vehemently argues), we’ll never know. What we do know is a few seconds later, Hannah stood back up, holding her face in pain.
“Uh, guys, I think my nose is bleeding.”
Not quite. There is one other thing I forgot to mention about Hannah. She had braces. Braces with a loose wire.
Braces with a loose wire sticking out of her lip.
A small trickle of blood was making its way down her lip where a thin piece of wire was now protruding from her skin. After cleaning up the blood, laughing hysterically, and putting on a band-aid adored with a Sharpie mustache on Hannah’s lip, we all went back to conditioning.
And that was that… until she had to tell her parents that she got a new piercing that day at gym. It was an accident, right?