Katie Archibald

Even riding on the turbo trainer has its dangers

Last week I had surgery to fix my broken collarbone, so I’ve been stuck on the turbo for this fortnight of mad UK sunshine. For the first few days I couldn’t even take the thing outside because I needed to train with a fan on me to avoid getting the surgery wound too sweaty.

But recently I dragged my beast of a trainer outdoors, which was a fair effort if I can refer you back to the no-longer-broken but-still-recently-meddled-with collarbone, to train in the sunshine. Big mistake. It’s a story that’s not smart, funny or very long: I burnt my back so badly I’m imagining myself as Went worth Miller in the Prison Break scene where he has to lean back against a boiling pipe to avoid detection and solders his t-shirt to his skin.