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You’re probably wondering why I’ve not posted any ride reports from the weekend. Aren’t you? hello?

Well there is a good reason. you see, I was riding along a gnarly canal tow path. Is was some of the gnarliest flat, hard pack I’ve ever seen. I reached this astounding difficult obstacle known as ‘a bridge’ and rode under it like it was no effort at all. When I accelerated out from under the bridge, my chain snapped.

For a moment there I thought I was going in the canal. I really should have to be honest, at least water is soft.

I didn’t. The bike went towards the canal, I went the other way. It all happened so fast that I only just got one arm out in front of me. That arm took a lot of force and now has a massive scab across the forearm as a result, but not as much as my chest took. I landed flat on my chest and hard! Jumped up immediately and started hopping about moaning. So painful! I could hardly breathe either.

After a few minutes I calmed down a bit. Every time I moved or breathed my chest ached. Rick recovered my bike and displayed the snapped chain. After i’d fixed the chain it was clear i was going no further so Rick carried on to meet Tim and I set off home.  I felt OK for a while despite being in a lot of pain but as the day drew on it was clear something was broken. My chest swelled up a bit and poking it in one place resulted in serious sharp pain. Broken rib then.

Since then I’ve  manfully being dead butch about it and just carrying on but it is excrutiating. Can’t sleep very well, getting a shower or getting drewssed takes twice as long. I struggle to get in and out of a car and even driving is very painful. Some days I’m so tense by the end of the day that my shoulder muscles spasm as I’m driving home, like I’m getting an electric shock. Not very pleasant.

So no more cycling for a while. I do still have an impressive negative deficit but I reckon that will be virtually zero by the time I get back on a bike, which means december which was going to be a take it easy month, is going to need to be an ”on track’ month so 120 miles a week, if I want to hit 6000 miles for the year that is. And I do.

Ho hum.

I tell you what, if I don’t get hero of the month at work this month then there’s something wrong. I’ve been working ten, twelve hour days every day, have saved a million pound+ project from dying with some fairly (even if I do say so myself) innovative thinking, and have come into work every day despite being in agony.

Bet someone who comes in a bit earlier on Wednesdays for a couple of weeks gets it. yes.

Maybe I’ll get idiot of the month instead.