Like a total
dipstick I left the UK after our last round at Brands hatch having already
typed out my Blog on my desktop but forgot to post the bloody thing and
couldn’t get it again until we returned to the UK, well, as you’ll probably all
know to well by now things haven’t exactly gone to plan since our return but
before we get too involved with that I’ve got to say that what was supposed to
be a bit of time out and a nice family holiday turned into an absolute full on
training mission, in those 3 and a bit weeks I trained probably harder than
I’ve ever trained in my life, 13 bicycle rides equaled 755 miles, that’ll give
you an indication as to how much I trained, and that’s just cycling, that
doesn’t include 3 or 4 10 km runs, a BSB test day at Donington and some
swimming so I definitely both physically and mentally was right up for it by
the time we got back, going for a BSB weekend would probably seem like a bit of
time off lol!!!!
Onwards now to last weekend and looking back it actually started off pretty crap with a crap bank holiday traffic infested drive up to Cadwell Park, there is nothing worse than being sat going nowhere and I’m far from the most patient of people where that is concerned, it took something like 5 and a half hours to get there yet two days previous we got there to drop off the motorhome in just under 4, then to make matters worse where a mate of mine hadn’t plugged the motorhome in to the electric whilst storing it for me and the batteries were dead so nothing would work when I got there, that made me smile, not!!!
Onwards now to last weekend and looking back it actually started off pretty crap with a crap bank holiday traffic infested drive up to Cadwell Park, there is nothing worse than being sat going nowhere and I’m far from the most patient of people where that is concerned, it took something like 5 and a half hours to get there yet two days previous we got there to drop off the motorhome in just under 4, then to make matters worse where a mate of mine hadn’t plugged the motorhome in to the electric whilst storing it for me and the batteries were dead so nothing would work when I got there, that made me smile, not!!!
Right enough doom
and gloom already, knowing that our rivals had all tested up at Cadwell very
recently it was important that we tried to get up to speed as quick as possible
and sure enough we came out strong, we had nearly a second a lap over the rest
of the field for a good chunk of the session however Tommy fired in a new set
of tyres towards the end and pipped us by a 10th but we were right
in the ball park from the word go so I was more than happy enough.. I had been
hoping that it would stay dry, especially after the bad forecast and it did
stay good, well for that first session anyway, I was certainly relieved to have
woken up to that and to get some dry laps in, as you never know when it might
suddenly change, that then makes it difficult if it is wet all the way through
till race day and then it dries out especially as we knew the other guys had
already been out for some dry track time.
Then it all went a bit wrong in the afternoon...
On my first proper flying lap in free practice two I went up through the Woodlands section, I had new tyres in that were perfectly scrubbed in and I was pushing on a bit, unfortunately just over the top of the crest I hit the brakes in my usual spot but locked the front tyre, luckily, well unluckily for me as the case would be you are already on left side of the track, I managed to catch it but in hindsight it was a terrible thing because if I had just lost it and crashed I would have gone straight on and been ok, but the bike gripped darted sharply to the left and went into the tyre wall and then after a head on flipped me big time over the handlebars.
The end result is I have managed to have a grade five dislocation of my left shoulder and torn the ligaments off my collarbone and sent it off out the back somewhere, amazingly with a grade 5 being really rare I never actually broke anything so I was incredibly lucky, after being assessed initially by the wonderful circuit medics I was then taken by air ambulance to Hull for further tests but to be honest we weren’t making much progress there so a call once again to the circuit medics and some hectic texts and calls by them on my behalf got us the chance to see Professor Lennard Funk in Manchester the following day, however, the circuit medics came to my motorhome after all their hard work that night, informed me I needed to be in Manchester around 11am the following day, left me some painkillers and headed off, well, that was great but I took the painkillers, slept like a baby and woke at 10-55am the next day!!!!! Talk about panic, I got up, brushed my teeth then me and my mate rushed over to Manchester, I was sat in the passenger seat thinking bloody hell this is like being in a real life Gran Turismo computer game but we made good time so I was happy, being sat in a car with your collarbone popping in and out really isn’t that much fun!!! We arrived to see the professor who after about 2 minutes said yeah we should definitely operate, I’ll do it this afternoon, with that before I knew it I was under the knife and job done, new ligaments attached to the ones I’d ripped out, pinned back together, some self taping screws and superglue (only joking!!)!!! That evening we headed back to the track at a rather more sedate pace than what we’d got to Manchester at and chilled out ready for hopefully another good nights sleep…
Then it all went a bit wrong in the afternoon...
On my first proper flying lap in free practice two I went up through the Woodlands section, I had new tyres in that were perfectly scrubbed in and I was pushing on a bit, unfortunately just over the top of the crest I hit the brakes in my usual spot but locked the front tyre, luckily, well unluckily for me as the case would be you are already on left side of the track, I managed to catch it but in hindsight it was a terrible thing because if I had just lost it and crashed I would have gone straight on and been ok, but the bike gripped darted sharply to the left and went into the tyre wall and then after a head on flipped me big time over the handlebars.
The end result is I have managed to have a grade five dislocation of my left shoulder and torn the ligaments off my collarbone and sent it off out the back somewhere, amazingly with a grade 5 being really rare I never actually broke anything so I was incredibly lucky, after being assessed initially by the wonderful circuit medics I was then taken by air ambulance to Hull for further tests but to be honest we weren’t making much progress there so a call once again to the circuit medics and some hectic texts and calls by them on my behalf got us the chance to see Professor Lennard Funk in Manchester the following day, however, the circuit medics came to my motorhome after all their hard work that night, informed me I needed to be in Manchester around 11am the following day, left me some painkillers and headed off, well, that was great but I took the painkillers, slept like a baby and woke at 10-55am the next day!!!!! Talk about panic, I got up, brushed my teeth then me and my mate rushed over to Manchester, I was sat in the passenger seat thinking bloody hell this is like being in a real life Gran Turismo computer game but we made good time so I was happy, being sat in a car with your collarbone popping in and out really isn’t that much fun!!! We arrived to see the professor who after about 2 minutes said yeah we should definitely operate, I’ll do it this afternoon, with that before I knew it I was under the knife and job done, new ligaments attached to the ones I’d ripped out, pinned back together, some self taping screws and superglue (only joking!!)!!! That evening we headed back to the track at a rather more sedate pace than what we’d got to Manchester at and chilled out ready for hopefully another good nights sleep…
The sleep
situation was nowhere near as good that night but regardless I got to see and
thank the circuit medics personally, done a bit of TV stuff then got packed up
and headed home early to beat the bank holiday traffic, Now, I’m resting and I’m
really hoping the Showdown might work for me this time, basically I’ve got just
over three weeks to heal, you can rest assured I’ll do everything in my power
to get as strong as possible as fast as possible and who knows, if I feel good
enough I might even try to ride at Donington which would be cool. If I feel
like I can win at Donington then I will come back and ride but if I don’t feel
strong enough to ride then I will wait until Assen and the first round of the
Showdown when we need to ride. It is one of those need to basis things. I
am doing everything I can between now and Donington to be strong and if I am
strong enough then great but if not we will do Assen.
The funny thing is
about the whole race weekend thing I really don’t think I got the chance to
hurt too much, that may sound a bit daft but everything seemed that busy and
blurry that things seemed to be happening before I’d even realized, yesterday
however was a whole different ball game, I finally got to sleep in my own bed,
chilled out but the following morning, BOOOOOM, it hit me like a train, I woke
up pretty damn sore, quickly had some breakfast so I could take some
painkillers then pretty much went back to bed where I ended up staying for most
of the day, I guess all the time your still and sleeping your healing though so
maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing, Thursday is when physio starts, step by step
though…