Make your own title…
So there I was fit, lean, finally motivated to race and race hard, after a knee injury almost ruined all my training in July. 100km into stage one of Tour of Poland 2010, it had already been fast, and although I felt my legs were a little tight from the journey the day before, that feeling of stamping on the pedals with real power and strength was back and damm it felt good to have it again.
To make sense of what happened next is impossible, while having a chat to Allan Davis who I had spent time training with in Livigno during July. I caught a brief view of someone’s hand + handlebars arriving straight underneath mine. I thought shit this guy is a bit close for comfort, and sure enough he was. Like a winger going for a runaway try in rugby being pegged down by his opposition without a chance to fend. I was scragged to the ground, though just not as lucky as that winger I crunched onto a filthy polish road before being flattened by a few more riders just for good measure.
A sharp point stuck out on my left shoulder an knowing exactly what that feeling meant, I took a seat on the pavement and dropped my head.
Ok so I’m still alive and kicking and I’ve seen or been in worse, though when your taken down like that and all the other riders just remount and ride off you can’t help but think what the f*#k…
After a scary ambulance trip to the hospital where the driver thought I must have been dying or something cause damn he took some risks, and once the radiographer finally figured out how to do an xray I got straight out of there.
A night at the hotel and now here I write to you from the aeroplane on my way to Nice where I will head straight to the Monaco clinic to put the 3 pieces of my collarbone back together.
Thanks to everyone for all the well wishes already. I’m not really sure where to from here but I’ll let you know when I’m in a slightly better head space.
Im off for a wee sleep haha,