I’ve been meaning to write something for weeks now, but all I could muster was whining about my hand injury that just won’t disappear. I now have something else to talk about, but I’ll get that whine out of the way if you don’t mind.
Remember the German camper van I ‘met’ on the road in the Cévennes back in June? Well, I hurt a few things in that crash and one of them decided never to heal, so I rode the rest of my season of guided rides with a dull pain in my right hand.
I finally got around to seeing a hand specialist about this, but because I live in a country with universal health care, it took a few weeks to get into see him, then another few weeks to get an MRI, and now I’m waiting another two weeks to see the specialist again so he can look at my results – which are a perforation / rupture of a ligament in my wrist. I doubt it’s serious, but it’s not curing itself and I’ve got a busy season ahead of me.
Which brings me to the non-whiny part of this post – I’ve just registered for the Paris-Nice Challenge – a sportive that recreates the last stage of the Paris-Nice pro race, running the day before the pros do it slightly faster. It’s also conveniently on my 50th birthday, which means I’ll have more than the usual reasons to have a few drinks that Saturday.