bad luck

So I sit here in my apartment typing with one hand feeling sorry for myself, with my other arm in a sling because of a broken collar bone. Not really what I wanted to be writing about nearing the middle of the season.

x-ray

Starting on Thursday was a big objective of mine, the Rhone Alpes Isere tour, a UCI 2.2 4 day race around where I live. The last 2 months I have done the most training I have ever done before and was feeling super motivated. The first stage was the flattest of the four stages with only a few hard hills in the finishing circuits. A break of 20 from the start managed to stay away and i finished in the diminished peloton of 25 1 and half minutes behind. And the good sensations were definitely there.
The next day everything turned to shit. We woke up to find that out team van had been broken into during the night and there were 7 bikes stolen (we weren't the worst off, one other team had all their bikes and wheels stolen). My bike was one of the bikes stolen so it was a mad rush to get some new bikes sorted. luckily our service course was nearby and we got some spare bikes from there. We also got some new frames from our bike supplier O'rka, who's factory is also nearby. Luckily I got my bike all finished up just less than an hour before the start. Unfortunately my bad luck didn't stop there, 70km into the stage there was a crash in the peloton right infront of me and I had nowhere to go but straight onto a pile if bikes and people and then over the handlebars into the ground. I felt straight away something wasn't right, I couldn't move my arm and when I felt my shoulder I could feel a bone sticking out. So I was taken in the ambulance to a nearby hospital and the whole time all I could think about was the amount of extremely hard work I've put in the last couple of weeks that all in one crash has gone to waste with no results to show for it.
I have an appointment with a specialist tomorrow to decide whether i need an operation so will update after that. but for the moment I think i'll be out for a month.
Sometimes life is a real bitch