One of the many legacies of my years as a skater is a knackered wrist. When you're young, you tend to think of yourself as being invincible, and I was no different. I never used wrist guards, and being left-handed, every time I bailed- I stuck out my left hand. Result: I sprained it more times than I care to remember. All well and good, but the legacy of all of those injuries keeps coming back to haunt me. I spent most of yesterday completely unable to move my left wrist, and in a huge amount of pain. The odd thing being, this normally happens when the weather turns cold and damp. The fact that 'm in this much pain, at the end of August, means that's it for summer.
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