Well here I am sitting here at home on a computer writing this blog post when I should be at the first round of the Scottish Enduro Series. Whilst out on a training ride the weekend before the first round in Fort William I had an altercation with a rather large tree. Suffice to say I came off worse than the tree. My hand struck it in such a way that my pinkie and ring finger on my left hand bore the brunt of the impact.
It was in that moment that everything flashed before me. Reality hit me like a speeding locomotive, I knew right then that I had broken my pinkie. Now I am aware in the grand scheme of things that a broken pinkie is far from the worst thing that can happen when you hit a tree at 100mph. But that fact remains that I knew I had blown my first opportunity of the season to really test myself against some of the best riders in Scotland the following weekend.
What is most frustrating is that I knew I was riding well up to that point. My Kona Process 111DL was feeling awesome and everything was falling into place. I was up to speed and ready to take on the challenge of the first round of the scottish series the following weekend.
Alas it was off to A&E at Borders general hospital where I was x-rayed and it was confirmed that I had in fact broken my finger. To make matters worse, the nurse pointed out to me that a wound on my other (right) hand was also infected and needed immediate treatment and a course of antibiotics. Not ideal by any stretch of the imagination.
So I headed back up to Aberdeen that evening knowing I would not be able to race at the weekend. The feeling of dissapointment stayed with me for most of the week. I couldn't concentrate in lectures, assignments were a struggle and everything generally was rubbish.
But I decided that instead of getting down and depressed about this set back, even after all the preparation, the training, the excitement and the anticipation, I would use this as a learning experience. I will use it as a motivator, something to spur me on when I feel like giving up. I will be back and I will be stronger than before.
I did get out on the road bike this weekend, I strapped that finger up as tight as I could and stuffed it into my glove. After about 15 mins that pain had faded and I was once again free. Me my bike and the road. Back where I belong.