Early dawn DRIVE to get Havana espresso (The coffee of gods and kings), the throbbing ‘doock, doock, doock’ of the Subaru pulsing through the excellerator, vibrates through the long scar up my ankle, tickling the fiberwire in my hamstring.
One month out of casts, this week. Surgery, morphine, my ‘hospital-ward posse’ of smart, understated, old men is now ancient history. Good luck to those members of ‘the April 10 dinner club’.
One month of doin’ nothin’. I can walk. Physio, spin trainer starts in a week. 11 weeks since acute achilles re- rupture and I feel back, motivated.
2010 Club silver medal for A grade hill TT series was awarded to me at the AGM – its an error. But I don’t care. Might change my twitter name to ‘1xHTTclubSilver’. A la Gordie.
The Beehive. Cycling in the middle of the bunch. 