Whimper

I've never been shot and I honestly hope I never will be. But that's what I thought had happened a couple of weeks ago. It was during the first lap of a local cyclocross race, I started to dismount in preparation for the first flight of steps (cyclocross - a weird sport that involves a lot of mud) when I really thought I'd been shot in my right leg, right calf to be precise. I actually let out a noise that started out shout but quickly became stifled to a whimper as part of my brain registered children spectating and a clear reference in the rules that swearing is not big or clever.

50 minutes later I finished only to find I couldn't walk properly or depress the accelerator or brake pedal without considerable pain. A handful of suitable painkillers (amazing the drugs available at grass roots cycling events) and an inappropriate amount of caffeinated beverage allowed me to drive home safely. Judgement may have been somewhat impaired, as for some reason I took a detour to a new bike shop where I ended up buying a new bike and some new wheels. God knows why!

So, here I sit, torn calf muscle (grade 2/3) new bike, new wheels new race season and some okayish results reflecting on stuff. The idea behind this blog is to chronicle/archive a year in my ordinary life as I try to muddle through, sorting things as they happen, making plans then abandoning them and so on, with the intention of looking back to see what, if anything, I have learned by this time next year.

Books reading: Neal Asher Owner Trilogy
Music listening to: wolf Alice
Learning: Gary Clark Jr When My Train Comes In