That’s a question I have heard many times over the past few months.
“When is the next post coming?”
“Are you going to finish the Scotland story?
Admittedly almost all of these questions have come from my good friend Josh, who one of at least three people who read any of these posts (hi Mum & Dad). I’m fairly certain that Josh’s eagerness for a new post is driven by wanting to read about his daring snowboarding exploits from the day we confused our white waters. Never the less I will explain where this blog disappeared to.
The plan after Scotland was to head to BUCS WWR, then up to Wild Water Selections in Scotland followed by some European competitions. Over the summer I was to head to the alps and then I planned to train hard get a promotion to division 2 in marathon racing. Moving into September I was finally going to attend a sprint event and then maybe, just maybe race at Sickline.
Unfortunately this whole scheme suddenly derailed at BUCS when I got into a punch up with a rock. I like to believe the rock came up a little worse for wear however it was me, not the rock, that was carted off to hospital with a dislocated shoulder. Obviously this meant that my epic tales of paddling were put on hold having missed the selection events. I did still make it to the alps however after one day of paddling my shoulder made another bid for freedom while I was sleeping. These continued problems mean that I am once again receiving treatment on my shoulder which will probably involve some form of surgery in the next few months.
“So River Stench is dead?”
Nope you can’t get rid of me that easily! I’ll probably update this blog over the next few months with a mixture of shoulder updates and old stories. Maybe I’ll even get some guest writers in so stay tuned. I’m not dead yet.
“Okay, okay. But where is the rest of Scotland?”
Oh yeah, that. I just got a little bored writing it. The whole skiing thing was funny but the other days aren’t really worth talking about. I’ll post up our mounting mountain incidents up shortly, but lets face it nobody wants to hear about the following days of left over tartiflette and that time when Mason didn’t fall off a bridge.
~River Stench is written in front of a live and extremely bored studio audience~
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