Snakes, date scones, and young gentleman (minus the penguins)

 

While I would like to say I am fresh from the Kelly Cycle Coaching December Camp held in Bright, the term December may be a bit deceiving; we arrived home about two weeks ago.  And my legs definitely aren’t too fresh after riding around Sydney town this morning on what my friend termed ‘undulations’. Is there a adjective we can put in front of that, such as extreme/long/nemesis producing/glad I am sitting down right now undulations (suggestions welcome).

Anyway, back to the KCC camp in Bright. Another awesome, adventure filled, caffeine-high week. The theme of the camp was “Possible” backed up by the song “Ain’t no mountain high enough”. Already we were onto some winning combinations. The first official evening of the camp saw Captain Bob ask the group “What do you consider impossible in cycling?”. While the group was quite canny, with the first answer being “nothing is impossible”, when we got down to the nitty gritty of it all, responses such as “climbing”, “training AND having a social life”, “getting frost bite under a carbon leg”, or “self-doubt/negative self talk” were all discussed. Funny that only one individual in the room had the carbon leg issues and put their hand up when asked if they found this a big challenge. 

Then came out the big marker, and below is a take of what we had on the board

It was very interesting how the prominent difficulties we all faced were the mental or psychological ones. The self-doubt, self worth, or overcoming disappointment/setbacks were all ranked as our Darth Vadars. A prominent theme of this blog is all about our self talk, how we can be happier, and remove some of the limiting beliefs we place on ourselves. The first step to combat some of these limiting beliefs is awareness – when do we start putting ourselves down, doubting our ability to climb the next mountain, question our value as an individual? When we can recognise our patterns and triggers, we can start to put strategies in place to combat our negative thought processes. Affirmations are extremely powerful, as is focusing on what is happening right now and what is in our control. Warm date scones from the Beechworth Bakery also help to soothe 14% gradient hills, a few hours of riding in the saddle, and provide motivation for the ride back to Bright.

And so the phrase “it is possible” worked it’s way into the camp. I loved the fact that when riding up Towanga Gap, I was pulled up after my comment “my power to weight ratio up this hill is bloody ridiculous” by Mikey H with “Han, it’s possible that we can make it awesome*”. A rendition of “Listen baby, ain’t no mountain high…” proceeded soon afterwards and the climb seemed to fly by.

During the camp, I found it to be an absolute privilege to be surrounded by such a wonderful group of young individuals. I am sure we have all felt that certain values, etiquette and genuine concern for others has been slowly eroding in our society. It makes me sad to see pregnant women forced to stand on trains, the elderly shipped off to homes never to be thought of again, and the fact that it makes a difference how you acquired your disability as to what type of support you get from the government (yep – that one could be another article but I will keep it positive in this post!).

Seeing the KCC group work together as a team up hills, have guys carry a few legs if I had my hands full (I get a mental picture/song of the seven dwarves and ‘Hi Ho’ – just replace a pick with a leg), or watching Carols support team of Coops and Cam during river walking wobble probably more than she did. The display of genuinely caring about other people, willing to lend a hand, and having a ‘it’s possible’ attitude, really made the KCC December camp a complete success. 

 

The girls with a man on either side; something I could get used too!

Naturally it took a lot of people to put the whole show together, so if you could indulge me a little, I would like to give a shout of thanks to –

Michael and all his family at Bright Chalet for hosting us again – I think it never ceases to amaze them how much food the boys can consume...

Dee Jennings for all your core and recovery sessions, knowledge and support

Café Velo for the greatly needed post-ride coffee

Bright Berry Farm for all the delicious antioxidants

Essendon Skoda for the support vehicles

Carley for stitching me up, your amazing driving, and your joint efforts with Ed for putting together the KCC December Camp ‘Ain’t no mountain high enough’ rendition plus slide show (great work guys)

CC (otherwise known as Carol Cooke) for being my riding buddy and sharing the secret of the Beechworth Gorge

And lastly, to the amazing duo of Bob and Helen. You guys run an awesome program and I know that sometimes you feel like pulling your hair out (I think Bob is evidence of this!), but your patience, support, and guidance is greatly appreciated.

And to all the KCC team and all other loyal blog post readers still with me – I would like to wish you all a magical Christmas filled with an abundance of happiness, laughter and glorious food. May 2013 bring lots of new adventures and be full of exciting possibilities.

Until next time,

Ride safe, ride with a smile, and ride in the moment

Han 

 

CC at the 100km mark on the longest ride she has now done - 119km!

The secret Beechworth Gorge - feel the serenity

A special concert at the Bright Chalet

Delicious recovery food at Cafe Velo

Doing what we do best

Core work with Dee

* This may not be the exact quote, but something along these lines... 

Did you take the express train today?

 

Has anyone else noticed a slight increase in the pace of life and stress levels leading into Christmas? I find myself looking for an extra few hours each day to cram a little bit more in, get a few items ticked off the ‘To Do’ list, make sure I catch up with as many friends as possible before Christmas (over coffee and breakfast of course), start ordering presents online (is a pair of socks OK dad?), make sure I do pilates everyday (so I can start to resemble ???), and don’t even get me started on Christmas cards….

Just by writing the above I can feel an increase in my body tension. And this is where some mindfulness training conducted by Craig Hassed, GP and Lecturer at Monash University, has refreshed the importance of taking time out each day – otherwise we may end up looking like:

And I know we all want to look that sexy during the day right?!!!

My interpretation of mindfulness is paying attention in a particular way – your attention needs to be purposeful, in the present moment, and made in a nonjudgmental fashion. Within our current 24/7 society where we constantly train ourselves to ‘multi-task’, decrease our attention span by the year, and cram as much as possible into our daily existence, our ability to come back to the present moment is significantly decreasing.

But why the need to bring ourselves back to the moment? There are a whole heap of reasons!! These range from effective treatment of depression, improving our mental health, increasing sporting performance (athletes refer may be more familiar with the term ‘flow’ or ‘in the zone’ as opposed to mindfulness), and our overall wellbeing. Am you starting to get excited about mindfulness?!!!

Craig used a fantastic train metaphor in relation to mindfulness and our thoughts. Imagine you are standing on a train platform (feel free to use Platform 9 ¾ and add in Harry – I did) observing trains (with the trains being a metaphor for our thoughts; anyone else feel like they are at Grand Central station with how many thoughts we have whizzing around?). Now the trick is to observe our thoughts/trains without getting invested in them or jumping on board the train. A personal example that I found applicable was how for the past two years during my hip drama saga people are constantly asking, “How does your hip feel?”. All well and good. But it has resulted in constantly checking in to that area, and thereby, making the neural pathways and connections super sensitive and aware. Now I habitually check-in, and if I have a slight twinge of pain (no matter how minor), I found I was started to buy into my stories and jump on my hip drama train – “Crap, my hip is sore… I will have to ice when I get back… make sure I do my pilates… it will probably impact training tomorrow… dam my next physio and massage isn’t till next week so I won’t get any relief till then… shit I will need surgery again… the world is ending….”

And that was the thought pattern. Not too healthy right. Mindfulness is the ability for me to observe that my hip may be sore and go “OK, how does it feel right now?”, and then not jump on my story train. And it is taking some practice (they recommend about 30-40mins per day of mindfulness training for the treatment of severe depression and to change ingrained habits). Then we need to transfer this into our daily activities. Maybe taking a moment to listen to sounds in the distance, sounds close by use, listening to our breath. And if thoughts do arise, being curious and inquisitive but nonjudgmental.

And like everything else in life? If you want to be good at mindfulness, you need to practice! You aren’t going to become the Mahatma Gandhi overnight and be a spiritual leader by tomorrow; they don’t offer those type of courses found discounted by 75% on Scoopon. We can’t swallow a pill to make our thoughts melt away. We need to practice. Indeed, corny as it may be, the express train to mindfulness is closed, but the stairs are always open!

 

Till next time,

Ride safe, ride with a smile, ride in the moment,

Han

A cracking good egg on the head

Recently, a non-violent protest occurred along the banks of Merri Creek in Melbourne. The group – Freestyle Cyclists. Their cause – the right to ride a bike without a helmet. Imagine riding along with your hair blowing in the wind, the dappled sunlight falling on the top of your head, and not finishing a ride with sweaty helmet hair. Quite an idyllic picture yes? 

 Exactly the image you conjured up? 

 

I am not sure how many of you get the magazine, The Melbourne Weekly Review, every week in your letterbox. Within the magazine there are my favourite sections – naturally these include the Epicurean coffee and food reviews. However, I also enjoy reading the editor’s comments by Virginia Trioli found within the first few pages. Her writing is sharp, poignant, witty, relevant, and while I may not agree with all her viewpoints, I do love her ability to capture an issue concisely (what was that Harvard fact about goldfish and 6 seconds?!).

A few weeks ago Virginia wrote about the Freestyle Cyclists and made a clear argument not against their protest, but was very much in favour of how as individuals within a society, we have responsibilities. These responsibilities include wearing seatbelts and helmets.  There were many comments opposed to her arguments of societal responsibilities - how wearing helmets doesn’t actually decrease costs to our health system, can somehow boost our activity levels, and how Europeans/US communities haven’t been wearing helmets for years.

So, the point of this blog and my two cents. Just over three weeks ago I had my first race of the criterium season; for those not in the crazy world of lycra, a crit is essentially riding around and around a closed circuit for a certain period of time. Fun right?! The road was a little bit damp from rain earlier that morning. We were on bell lap, and only had a few hundred metres and two corners left till the finish line. I had positioned myself well, was second female wheel, closely hounding the first female wheel, was in the front bunch of about 10 cyclists, and would be out of the wind when it counted. Perfect. Or maybe not.

Firstly there was the sickening sound of carbon against bitumen in front of me. Panic as Anna unsuccessfully tries to avoid crash right in front. Realisation that I have nowhere to go and am going to come off too. Pain in my neck as my head bounces off the ground like a rag doll. Fear given another 30 cyclists are right behind me. Shock sets in as marshals drag me off the road. Inability to handle my own blood results in distraction technique of becoming extremely chatty with anyone who is willing to listen.

To be honest, I was pretty lucky. No bones broken. Yes to all cyclists out there, my bike was fine; only a few cosmetic scratches. Lots of gravel rash, a bit of a nasty divot in the ankle (from which my doctor had great fun using scalpels and scissors to “cut away all the shit inside” – not sure if I needed to know that the original pair of tweezers weren’t long or sharp enough…) and a cracked helmet. A cracked helmet that saved my life.

To crack a helmet requires an extreme amount of force. Ever tried taking a hammer to one? Something my coach encouraged me to do to my helmet after I had cracked it. Just to get an awareness of how hard I had hit my head. 

Did wearing a helmet save my life? I believe so. At the very least, it saved me from a trip to ICU. Thanks and kudos to Specialized!

Am I believer in helmet laws, even when cycling recreationally? Definitely; every little bit helps in my books. Wearing a helmet can even help prevent getting an egg on your head; very unsightly for a lady. Admittedly, I am definitely not adverse to poached eggs on pumpkin polenta bread with thyme mushrooms, avocado and house-made spicy beans. Sorry, getting distracted by food as per usual.

Until next time,

Ride safe, ride happy, ride in the moment, and ride with a helmet,

Han

Free Beauty Treatments, Hot Chocolate + Mt. Hotham

Looking over Mt Hotham

For the past week I have been in Bright on the Kelly Cycle Coaching September Camp. As I am currently sitting in my cosy chair with the heater quietly pumping our warm air beside me, I can confidently say that I had an absolute blast on the camp. I can say this as I am no longer being flung across roads by Hercule’s strength cross-winds, I am no longer getting covered in cow shit churned up from the cyclists wheel in front of me, and I no longer have numb fingers from descending off Mt Buffalo in 3°C. Yep, camp was awesome! You think I am crazy right?

Not quite sure if I painted the best picture for you all after that introduction. Let me take a few steps backwards. The journey began bright and sparkly last Sunday morning when my teammate, Carley McKay, drove the two of us up to Bright. Just a quick shout-out of thanks to Carley for driving there and back; lacking cruise control and one leg doesn’t make for the best long-distance driving so I am extremely grateful to those who I can hitch a ride with!

Arriving at Bright Chalet, we were warmly welcomed back by the owner and his wife – Michael and Athalia. Carley and I did a quick test of two rooms; this included the traditional bed-bounce, bathroom check, and level of natural light. Once unpacked and settled in, I headed out for an ‘easy’ ride with Carley and two of the older boys. Definitely felt the lack of training post the hip arthroscopy a few weeks ago with my heart rate easily skyrocketing up into the 180 beats per minute for what was relatively flat and windless domain. Looking good for the week ahead of climbing….

We had a total of 18 athletes attend the camp. Of this, we had 5 girls and the rest was made up of mostly young teenage boys who have appetites that rival a small army. I literally couldn’t believe my eyes as plate after plate was consumed. For example, lunch consisted of a minimum of three sandwiches plus fruit, cake and muesli bars. Breakfast was a similar three-course affair usually of porridge, cereal, eggs, muffins, sausages, and toast. I had definitely forgotten the appetite of growing boys and have made a mental note to mention this to my mother next time she complains how much I eat.

With well-fueled bodies, we cycled up Mt Buffalo, Mt Hotham, Rosewhite, Buckland Valley, and other hidden gems outside of Bright. We also had skills sessions that involved cornering, jumping over broomsticks, and weaving around multi-coloured cones. All for a mini mars bar. Is the reason we are athletes simply because we love food? A high probability I think. There was also the amazing Belgium hot chocolate one afternoon in preparation for Mt Hotham the next day.

Spinning the Legs Over

Afternoons were spent recovering in the pool as a makeshift ice-bath, having strong showers to wash off the free mud packs we received during our rides, learning tactics from wiggly lines on a whiteboard, and completing laps around the obstacle courses. Evenings saw radio wars played where mock interviews in multiple languages taught skills such as how to deal with the media and how to handle Russian radio hosts trying to crack onto you. All in a days work.

 Bend and Snap - aka Core Work

Braving the chilly water to help recover the legs; I needed all the help I could get!

Yes, the riding was hard and intense, and I naturally had moments of questioning my own sanity – especially after slogging it up a mountain for hours and then having to descend without being able to feel my hands and hence my brakes. However, having the support of the whole group, whether it was from lending a hand to grab my spare leg or fixing bike issues, it was a pleasure to spend time with the team. From laughing so hard at bike horror stories involving female specific underwear, boxer shorts, or budgie smugglers, to enjoying Table Tennis Grand Slams in the evening. Kudos to Helen and Bob Kelly for putting on such a great camp.

Table Tennis (correction from Carol RE my previously labelled Ping Pong) Champs

 

Happiness occurs not only during the event but also in savouring the memories created. While we do need to be careful not to dwell too greatly in the past, we can boost our happiness by recalling moments of joy and delighting in experiences we have been blessed to have. I am still feeling warm inside from that delicious hot chocolate!

All the KCC Campers

Until next time,

Ride happy, ride safe, and ride in the moment,

Han

Celebrating our differences while remembering our kindred human spirit

“We are all different, there is no such thing as a standard or run-of-the-mill human being, but we share the same human spirit”

This is just one of the many pearls of wisdom that came from Professor Stephen Hawkings during the Paralympic Games. For me it really struck a chord and articulates a fundamental belief. It also echoes the message of the SCOPE See Me September Campaign, a message that is encouraging people to look beyond the disability and see the person.

Admittedly, sometimes this can be tough. If an amputee walks past me, I am constantly checking out their leg to see what type of components have been used, what the design is, and if I need to do a sneaky iPhone camera pic so I can show my leg man, Cam Ward at APC Prosthetics, what I want my next leg to look like! On a side note, if anyone happens to stumble along a high heel foot for the right side in a US 8, feel free to send it my way. Willing to negotiate baking skills in return.

However, while my curiosity factor around prosthetic legs is due my similar circumstances, it is important to connect on a deeper level. We all have dreams, desires, hopes, fears, and a need to feel valued. This last one is critical. The need to feel like we are contributing to the world; the need to feel that we will leave the world a better place than when we entered into it. Whether this be from creating paintings for others to enjoy, cooking for our families, or volunteering down at our local Scout group, when we are helping others we are facilitating our own happiness and wellbeing. And this message is constant around the world, whether it comes from religious groups, scientific studies, government bodies, or the very communities we live in.

As such, when people get behind SCOPE’s campaign that encourages communities to welcome people with a disability, as well as ensuring their municipalities are accessible for all, the outcomes can benefit everyone. Not only does accessibility allow people with a disability to become involved, contribute, and feel valued, it also generates community wellbeing. While the Melbourne WalkWithMe event was last weekend, if anyone is in Bendigo on Saturday 15^th or Geelong on Sunday 16^th September, why not head down and show your support. For more details jump onto www.walkwithme.org.au. Not only will there be entertainment for the whole family, but also a few of our recently returned London Paralympians that you can go up to and have a chat with.

And what an awesome games London turned out to be! Not only in terms of how well the Aussie’s performed, but the general demonstration of what sport is truly about – bringing everyone together and breaking down those barriers. London has helped to shatter preconceived notions about disability and has helped to take society’s awareness into a whole new ball park. It was also fantastic how Prof. Stephen Hawkings challenged people to be curious, be creative, and question whether the boundaries we have created really exist. And so is my challenge to you – how can you use your creative talents to help others today?

Until next time,

Ride safe, ride happy, ride in the moment,

Han

Annie Skinne (VIS Para Equestrian), Natalie Palancian (SCOPE WalkWithMe Ambassador) 

and Han down at the Melbourne WalkWithMe Event

Living Every Day

We can often feel that once we have achieved a goal, won that gold medal, graduated from a university degree, own our on home, have kids, travel around the world etc etc, that we will be happier. Can’t you see the crystal clear water sparkling while you are lying in the deck chain in your bikini’s or speedos drinking coconut water out of a coconut with a little umbrella?! Bliss and happiness right?

While there is no doubt that lying on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean is very appealing, I am guessing that you are not there right now reading this blog post? So what are you doing today? Maybe some training, a recovery session, school, uni or work. Maybe catching up with friends for a coffee, taking the dog for a walk, whipping up a quick dinner. All normal, routine events yeah?

Since returning from my European adventure I have slotted extremely easily back into routine, perhaps a little too easily! Admittedly, hip surgery last week was slightly out of the ordinary but the fact that I knew the route to the hospital, where to park, and that surgery happens on Level 3, could all be considered part of my routine. As such, I have been struggling with how one can infuse each day with something new, creative or pushing yourself outside of your comfort zone. Making each day an adventure, challenging yourself, or appreciating the familiar, yet beautiful world we live in. Something that when travelling is very easy to do but perhaps less so when return to the comfort of our own homes.

It is easy to forget how precious each day actually is when we are caught up in the midst of our routines and daydreaming about when will be happier. I am actually reading this book at the moment called ‘The Happiness Project’ and it synthesises the wisdom of the ages with current scientific research. The author, Gretchin Rubin, embarks upon a year-long Happiness Project where she implements different monthly ‘To Do’ lists such as ‘Make time to be silly’ and ‘Be generous with my time’.

I drew a little bit of inspiration from her ‘Do a little bit everyday’ where one spends that odd 15 minutes de-cluttering, tidying or cleaning. I have had on my ‘To Do’ list for a little while ‘Clean desk’; the whole space was covered in old articles left over from university last year, superannuation forms, mole-check reminders and pens that have gone to pen heaven. When I realised that I had a spare 15 minutes before dinner, I began to tackle the mountain of paper. While I did need another 30minutes after dinner to complete the task, I can now see my beautiful wooden desk and have recycled, bagged or placed in-the-correct spot, all the loose pieces of paper that previously inhabited my work space. And guess what – it gave me an enormous sense of happiness to walk into my room this morning and see my clean desk. I now have a much more creative space and know that I haven’t won’t be getting any nasty reminders about bills that I haven’t paid, which equals peace of mind as well. Double tick.

So achieving little things, like tidying a desk or making a pot of jam for someone, can boost your happiness. Little things that can be achieved everyday. Little things like stepping-stone goals to our long-term goals – maybe it could be 5 chin-ups in the gym or adding a little creativity to your next assignment or taking a walk during your lunch break; we are definitely blessed living in Melbourne – the coffee capital of the world (yep, I am putting it out there! If anyone wants to disagree over a coffee just let me know). 

 What do your stepping stone goals look like?

Continuously achieving the little things so we can enjoy the journey, and make the most of every single day. Maybe we could all even take a moment to stop and smell the roses (or roasted coffee beans). 

The difference a little bit of care makes: A brief rendevous at the Avenue Hospital

Regular follows of this blog will know all about my European adventures. For those of you who are first-time visitors to this blog, welcome! Just to bring you up to speed the last three months have been extremely tough – I cycled up a few mountains, tromped around numerous well-worn tourist tracks over the UK, plus went off the beaten track all in the name of food and a good coffee. Yep, I was living the good life. However, during this time I had a return of my hip pain for which I had surgery last year. Definitely ‘not happy Jan’!

After coming back home I saw my surgeon, the fabulous Dr David Young (DY for short), down at Melbourne Orthopedic Group. While David is an insanely busy man, he will always make time for his patients, ensures he gets all the details, and covers all the bases. Something that I dare say is probably becoming quite rare in our high-speed society and 24/7 desire for anything and everything. After having nothing turn up on an MRI, we decided to go in for a hip arthroscropy to see what has been causing my pain and try to fix the problem once and for all.

Yesterday, Friday 24th August 2012, I went back into the Avenue hospital to have my second hip surgery. Unlike my first surgery where I went in to get DY’s opinion in the morning and was on the operating table that very night, I had had a whole 9 days to ruminate about my upcoming ordeal. Usually I deal with stressful events by using the power of distraction i.e. not thinking about the event I am stressed about until it arrives. Hence, by the time the stressful event arrives you have to live in the moment and don’t have time to get nervous or stressed. Genius really. As such, I made sure I chatted to all the nurses after I was admitted and I finally got to have a decent chat to my friend G who has also just gotten back from OS (he did have a bit of a chuckle that the only time I could find to talk to him that wasn’t at the end of the day was while I was waiting for surgery; I thought it was the perfect time for a catch-up!).

I suppose the reason for this post is to really give a massive shout-out to all the team at the Avenue Hospital down in Windsor. I couldn’t have asked for a better bunch of people. As an aside – it is a very small world. My brilliant Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner, Michael Keshishian at Sakura, his partner was working that night and came in to say hi after my surgery. So not only did I get to meet a whole lot of new people but also had the loving faces of my parents when I woke up, an unexpected smiling face from Leor, and my new Dougal Superman Daffodil Day bear - courtesy of my mum.

However, I did find my power of distraction technique wasn’t quite strong enough when my anesthetist was going through the facts and figures associated with the general anesthetic, the epidural and all the painkillers I was about the have. Some of the stats were: 1 in 100 experience headaches, 1 in 550 chance of ongoing numbness for three months, 1 in 20 000 chance of permanent nerve damage or 1 in 200 000 chance of death. Queue for the expected hyperventilation. Thankfully Mark’s phone rang and he had to quell his compulsory pre-surgery prep talk to take a call for a few minutes. That gave me a chance to lie down, focus on breathing, stop my head spinning and resume some control of my faculties upon his return.

After that everything went smoothly. I had a lovely orderly, who is currently studying marketing (a very interesting combo!), a nurse who made sure I was rugged up nice and tight, an assistant nurse with the magical warm rug who helped out last year, and another man, whom I believe was helping out Mark, in the surgery room by the name of Tom. Tom was fantastic – not only a cyclist but also knew about all the great rides in Europe. Talking about cycling did the trick; I successfully managed to avoid thinking about the needle for the drip being shoved firstly into my hand, and after this didn’t work (apparently I have petite veins, which I naturally thank my mother for), we had to go down the side of my wrist. Joy. However, I soon had a surgery gin and tonic followed shortly by three glasses of champagne when the epidural went in. Ciao world, Bonjour sleep.

Part of the procedure is having a smiling face when you wake up. My lovely orderly was back and I had another friendly nurse to chat to while still in a semi-induced daze of general anesthetic. DY came over briefly – my hip is awesome, he just had to remove some adhesion's from my labrum. Other than that, two weeks of gentle spinning and then I am back on the bike. Awesome news.

This was followed up by extremely caring evening and night nurses. Can’t say I have ever had a catheter before, apologies if I am sharing a little too much, and I found it be an ‘interesting’ experience. On the one hand, it was great because I didn’t need to go to the bathroom and disturb the recent site of surgery. On the other hand, knowing that there is a bag at the end of your bed didn’t exactly make for the best bedfellows. I kept trying to compare it to being drug tested – didn’t quite manage to convince myself though.

I had a yummy brekkie of porridge and tea, with another familiar smiling face behind the breakfast trolley. Shortly afterwards it was back home for a nice warm shower, a change into non-hospital underpants, and a cup of green tea while reading The Age Epicure. Bliss.

Before I get too distracted by food or coffee, I would just like to say a MASSIVE thank-you to everyone at the Avenue Hospital. I truly felt like I was in extremely safe hands and that I was exceptionally well cared for. Sending out my best wishes to all of you.


Until next time,

Ride safe, ride happy, ride in the moment


Han

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