My father has represented the United States of America as an athlete in several World Championship Duathlons and competed in several Ironman events. He has gone shark fishing on boats that a baby Great White could swallow. He once had his friend (a dentist, I might add) put stitches in his head at a picnic table after having been hit with a clam rake. When he got thrown off his bike by a pothole in Massachusetts fracturing a rib, he got back on his bike to ride to the nearest hospital. My point is that as much as it pains me to admit it, my dad is a pretty tough guy.