To a cyclist there is possibly nothing worse than an injury in spring. The sun is shining, and folks are out en masse riding around. Every corner seems to echo with the sounds of folks clicking in – the whir of chains on cogs.
At least, that is how it seems when you are stuck waiting for a silly collarbone to heal.
But yesterday I did take my first tentative steps by mounting my bike on the trainer and spinning for a little less than an hour. The tenderness at the broken bone as I supported my weight on the bars for the first time indicated that the bumps and vibrations of the road are at least a week or so out for me still.
Nonetheless, this may be one of the first times that my indoor trainer was a welcome device – instead of a necessity to grumble through.