Tim Gudsell

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Guddy

Hi there,

Well it has been a fairly long 9 weeks, but it is over and the next stage of rehab is about to get underway.

I had a call from my specialist reception late Thursday to say I could take the cast off Friday, anytime after 8am.  So obviously I was there not long after 8.

Cast off, and one skinny white hairy wrist left behind.  Not the best look, but damm it felt good.

So I decided to take a rest day off the bike, and enjoyed some time at the Ventimiglia markets with my girlfriend, and then took to the beach to test out our new snorkles and masks.

Yesterday I tested my wrist on the bike and it felt great to hold the handlebars again though it was a little sore last night…. whoops.

Anyway the plan is still to race next week at Route du Sud in France, but will let you know how the week goes as the strength comes back.

Will be in touch soon.

Cya

Tim

Got my arm back, stoked

Hi all,

It’s been a blustery couple of days here on the cote d’azur, with high winds creating havoc along the coast.  Though back in the hills it has been a little calmer so what better reason to do a little climbing.

So it’s been almost nine weeks since my arm has been in plaster and as you imagine I’m itching to get it off.  Though as always the rehab does not end here.  Having your wrist immobilised for 9 weeks, means one pretty lean, weak joint.  So there will be a fair bit of work ahead still.

In saying this the past 3 weeks have been somewhat more enjoyable than the 4 before that spent pounding away on the erg. My weeks have been filled with gym sessions, pilates, and 3-4 hours in the saddle most days.  Fair to say I’ve been swinging on and off the back of the group on the climbs as the rest of the boys prepare for the Tour of Swiss, though the coffee shop in Ventimiglia has never been too far away either.

Also my girlfriend Sarah and I have been making the most of our new living arrangements this year just 5km from the Italian boarder.  The fresh food and coffee seems to be often half in price and double in goodness.  Somehow the Italians just seem to do coffee that much better, and it’s not overpriced like many other places in the world.  70c espresso’s now that’s what a coffee should cost isn’t it…

So apart from my daily caffeine fix things have been pretty low key around here, depending on dr’s orders tomorrow we will then know when the cast comes off.  Bringing me into the next phase of rehab which I will update you on very soon.

Thanks for reading,

Cheers

Tim

Here’s a pic from the bunch one day this week, Simon Gerrans (Sky) is taking the pic, Me, Ritchie Port (SaxoBank) Mark Renshaw (HTC) Cameron Wurf (Androni Giocattoli) Wez Sulzberger (FDJ) Tom Boonen (Quickstep) and Thor Hushovd (Cervelo)

Hey folks,

You may or may not have been wondering where I have been for the last 6 weeks, if you were thanks, if not fair enough.  Basically I have been MIA to be honest. I know I said I’d report in 5 weeks ago, but there hasn’t exactly been much to write home about.  After the news of no surgery and 6 weeks in a cast it took me longer than even I expected to get my head around the long road ahead I faced to get back to competition.

First I started thinking of other ways to hold onto any form possible.  So I tried the pedal boat…

Though that got a little expensive at 10 bucks an hour, when I normally get paid to turn pedals.  So I took to it on foot…

Then after a full 2 and half weeks off the rig, I felt ready to get serious again.  So this is where I’ve been hiding for the last 4 weeks.

I quite quickly hammered out all my music worth listening to, so then it was onto the TV series “Entourage”.  4 seasons in 4 weeks.  It got me through many sweaty brain cell killing hours of erg torture.

So yesterday there I was rocking on in to see the hand specialist grinning from ear to ear with the thought of getting my hand back.  He ended up being rushed into emergency surgery so I took the time to get the cast off and do a check up x-ray.  It took longer than expected so we wandered off into town for an arvo brew and I just enjoyed getting used to the feel of my hand again.  A few hours later that smile turned upside down once again.  The specialist liked the look of the healing scaphoid, but was not willing to risk anything and so just like that slapped another cast on and said come see me again in 3 weeks, then we’ll talk about a smaller plastic splint.

I guess it’s just about the expectations really.  Of course I know the importance of the bone healing well, but the initial set back felt very long.  Now 9 weeks in a cast is starting to feel veeery long.  I can get out on the road but it won’t be full gas training for a while yet.

So the season gets put back even further.  I still hope to start the Route du Sud in late June but the real start to my season will be the Tour de Region Wallonie in late July, with the plan on preparing for the Tour of Spain.

After a 6 week break from checking in on here, I will be dropping you all a line more often now, hopefully with interesting and positive news.

Thanks for reading

Guddy

I’ve lost count the number of times I’ve left a medical facility in the last 18 months without any idea of what I’m going to do next, and just headed for the nearest pub……

Yesterday I had a follow up appointment with the surgeon to see whether I was going to have surgery to stabilise the fracture in my left wrist. After discussion with other surgeons he had decided it was too complicated to operate and so I walked out of the clinic with a cast on my arm again. What will follow is 1 month in a cast and sling while trying to mobilise my elbow (which is also fractured but not as bad), then hopefully the cast will be downgraded to a splint. I understand this is not the end of the world, but am struggling with yet another set back, so Sarah and I are heading away for a few days to try and process it all.

On Sunday even though I hadn’t planned to ride Roubaix this year I was really g’d up for the race, eager to complete my job of protecting Fred Guesdon an completing the 260km of madness. It started sweet enough, everything was going well, the fans were out, the sun was shining and the atmosphere was buzzing! I met Roly on the startline and we were both amped to be there.

My role changed early in the race as my team missed the 19-man break away, so I was forced to ride the front in a block head wind for 50km. Having already used up a lot of juice in my legs when the fight started for the first section of pave I found myself at the back of the peloton, though I didn’t stress and took it easy to the first feed station. I spent the next few sections of pave recovering and dodging crashes. Then just before the Arenberg I started moving up the peloton to support Fred, as this is always the first decisive part of the race. Here my day turned upside literally, as I was caught up in  a 6-10 man pile up. As luck would have it it was on a flat, smooth stretch of road but a piece of road furniture had caused a ruckus.

I felt I landed pretty lightly and my bike was sweet, so I remounted remembering Kevin Tobatta telling me when I was a junior, “whenever you crash, get back on and give it 5″, so I did just that.  Except while attempting to pass Le tranche d’Arenberg I could only manage to hold the handlebars with one hand. I found a lift with an Euskatel Team Support car where I was later joined by Stuart O”Grady who was enjoying watching his team mate Fabian Cancellara’s amazing victory as I tried to ignore my gigantic elbow and wrist which were both increasing in size by the minute.

So I’m off, I’ll talk to you next week when I’m in a better mood.

Yours, a once again broken Guddy

Assuming the position...

I’ll keep this short.

Big crash, DNF, suspected broken elbow and scaphoid…

What can I say…

I will be back, though it may be a few days until you hear from me.

Tim

It puts a shiver down your spine, goose bumps up your arms, it is Paris Roubaix.

Threre’s nothing else quite like it, it’s war on bikes to be honest.  Once you take that start line in Compiegne you must be ready for battle.

27 sectors of bone breaking pave totaling 52km.  Only the strongest make it to the velodrome in Roubaix.

Today has passed so quick I have just got a moment to write on here at 10.30pm, so really I should get to bed.  But to be honest, I’m actually excited about tomorrow, which is quite different to what I’ve felt the last two times I started here.

My job tomorrow is to protect our leader Fred Guesdon for as long as I possibly can. So I will do that with all my power, but with whatever’s left I will be dragging myself to that velodrome.

Sorry it’s only brief but I will be back with a full report when I’ve recovered from tomorrow’s efforts.

Hope you’ll all be watching.

Cheers

Tim