I have an avulsion fracture of my Proximal Interphalangeal Joint. Or I have bust my thumb. Which feels remarkably like a pain in the arse. The cause mountain biking. Or more specifically trying to conquer the large double at the end of the Cwmcarn Downhill run. There is some irony in amongst the wreckage. I was wearing full face helmet, full body armour, knee and elbow pads, spine protector. My thumb was probably the only unprotected bit of me. So I was either unlucky. Or lucky that the armour protected the rest of me. I suppose I knew it was really just a matter of time, not luck. That’s the thing with mounatin biking. You will come off. And you probably will break something. The odds are overwhelmingly stacked up. And the higher the drops and jumps, the higher those odds stack. I now have 6-8 weeks to mull over the injury. To question the sense of pushing myself down the hills. To ask myself if I should pack it all in. And when I have done with that. To get back on. To ride hard. To run the risk. And to make up for the next few lost weekends.
Boys will be boys. And us bigga boys make the biggest kids of all.
Posted on February 12th, 2008 by dave in Uncategorized