I've taking things into my own hands. Or more specifically 'hand' singular. I've cut the plaster cast off using some garden secateurs - well, the thing was disintegrated around the edges, my hand was wobbling around inside the cast, I suppose since the swelling reduced, and whilst my dislocated finger still hurts the hand felt ok.
Anyway its done and I have been out on my bike for a couple of rides this week. Once with Gary who consistently pulled away from me. It's to be expected I suppose. Almost a month off and my fitness is reduced, my legs feel like jelly and there doesn't seem to be enough oxygen around! - Nevertheless being back out was good and things can only get better.
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