Crash!
Unfortunately, no dramatic photos! Just the memory of the event, and the pain as a constant reminder.
Saturday, I had an inter-club cycling race against the Wanganui Cycling Club. But I didn’t last more than 5 minutes into the D grade race. Winding my way down a fast-paced downhill section, I misjudged one of the corners, found myself far too wide of a left-hand turn, and rode off the edge of the road straight into the bank at about 40km/h. I had a tumble or two on the bike along the ditch, landing a couple metres from my bike.
Miraculously, it seems my bike came out relatively unscathed. I, however, didn’t fare quite as well. I managed to fracture my left collarbone, ending all future cycling for the next 6 to 8 weeks.
Now I’m bored out of my mind, waiting to get my appointment for a CT scan and find out if I’ll need some surgical intervention or not. Painkillers have me buzzing out a little, and the sling barely helps to keep my shoulder immobile.
I’ve also given up trying to watch movies—almost every movie has at least one little scene to give me a fright, making me jump and jarring my shoulder very painfully.
By the end of this week, I think I’ll be begging for chores to escape the emptiness of having absolutely nothing to do…