Coffee, Cake and Clavicle surgery

First and foremost, apologies for the absence of posts in this last week or so. I must admit to having been in need of a break from writing, oweing to running out of ideas and motivation (assurances that this was temporary).  Secondly, following on from the first point – does anyone have any suggestions as to posts you would like to see on this site? Any idea however mad it may sound, is always welcome. Anyway, time to get on with the post.

Mercifully I’ve been granted a break from the Devon hills – my native Somerset and Dorset now beckon, their relative flatness has done a great deal to get me in the Christmas spirit. Better still, the most boring phase of my base training has come to an end – allowing me to cut down to just one four hour ride per week whilst introducing some shorter and harder sessions.

Earlier in the week I had some good news – for the first time in my sporting life, I’d managed to win some trophies. Say hello to the ‘Senior Road Race Champion’ of Yeovil CC. In the interest of providing full disclosure, this is mostly due to being only one of three racing members of the club. Nevertheless it has provided some much needed motivation in the form of wanting to keep those prizes on the mantlepiece for another year.

Last Sunday after a few months away, I succeeded in getting myself out of bed in time to take part in a Sunday club ride. I’ve said before that most of the time I prefer riding on my own, however it is sometimes nice to catch up with some Cycling friends and remind myself how to ride in a group. I’ve been a member of this particular club for the past two years, I’ll credit these Sunday rides with teaching me many of the skills required for racing – they inevitably turn fast and competitive in the last five miles.

On this particular ride a rather amusing incident took place, albeit at my expense. Ordinarily on these club rides, everyone orders a large coffee and a suitably massive bit of cake or similar. This time round it fell to me to order first – true to form I decided on a slice of coffee and walnut, accompanied by a hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream. Apprehension turned to worry, then rapidly evolved into embarrassment. My Clubmates were all very restrained, opting for espresso alone. One new member asked me what degree I was studying – “Sports Science“, I quietly muttered whilst tucking into a mid-ride snack that would have a nutritionist holding their head in their hands. Suffice to say I felt it necessary to ride on the front for most of the way home.

Yesterday having put if off for six months, I finally had surgery to remove the metal plate that once held the two halves of my clavicle together. Of course there are a few downsides. Begrudgingly I’m going to have to take my own injury advice and take it easy for the next few days. This isn’t easy when I’m used to spending so much time on a bike, boredom will inevitably set in and I dare say a few more pounds will be gained. Unfortunately with two parents with a medical background it will be difficult to pull the wool over their eyes regarding my readiness to get on a bike again. I shouldn’t lose sight of the fact that it is a relatively short recovery time, especially compared to that required for the original injury – yet it is still something of a pain in the neck, not to mention the shoulder.

I’m doing my best to maintain a positive outlook, looking forward to Christmas and New Year. I’ll do my best to use the time productively – that is to say attempt to revise of an upcoming set of exams, not eat too much and try to churn out a few good posts. I must concede that judging by past experience, this is unlikely. I am always left at a loss when unable to ride a bike, even for a short period of time.

That’s all for today. As ever, stay tuned.


2 thoughts on “Coffee, Cake and Clavicle surgery

  1. Some of my most commented on posts recount rides, especially Tuesday night club rides when I get into tactics a little bit. Especially this time of year, that would make for great reading

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