… tho’ hopefully just briefly. A nice gentleman from Carleton’s sports medicine centre will be looking at some X-rays shortly to determine if I may have actually broken a rib or two after all. A spot further down from where I thought the real trouble was really did start causing some serious awkwardness a few days ago. It’s sorta weird—I don’t see how I could have done such damage in said place (no impact around the time it start causing trouble—seriously, I wonder if maybe I just strained something reaching around the other injury), but anyway, I’m packing on frozen gelpacks a few days and taking things a bit easier.

The good news: the considered opinion of the guy who’s looking at those X-rays is that whether he finds a fracture or not, I’m probably still going to be okay to do Whistler in a few weeks time, as is the plan.

Which is good. Folk hearing I’ll be going have been raving about how no other mountain is ever quite going to make me happy again after this—and as this was also the experience of my lovely wife, who has been before, I tend to believe them. It would be beyond frustrating to have to pass because I went and messed up a rib in the process of training for it.