There's something about those years that has shaped the way I deal with pain. I suffered for a year with a parasite, most of my life with a fairly severe gluten allergy, finished the Squeezer with a torn calf, Day 5 and 7 of TransRockies with Campylobacter and on Saturday rode Radical and on Monday half the Brewery to Brewery with a well sprained hand.
It's a combination of being stubborn, a reasonably high pain threshold and not wanting to miss out on something potentially fun. I finally let my mom drag me to the hospital after Thanksgiving Dinner was successfully served. We left before desert in the hopes of beating the post-Thanksgiving Dinner rush. Successful, we were in and out of RVH within 1.5 hours. Not broken, therefore I would ride the next day despite my mom's protests.
I didn't really notice the pain until we arrived in Creemore. After a chat with Jeremy, I decided to give in and call my mom to pick me up. At least I'd gotten to enjoy the most beautiful weather for our annual ride to date. It also elicited the biggest turnout for my favorite ride of the season.
I don't regret my decision to ride one bit, even though my puffy hand begs to differ. Perhaps one of these days, I'll be willing to miss out and listen to my body. But that day was not yesterday.
amazing turnout and beautiful weather for the 8th annual Thanksgiving Brewery to Brewery ride