Right, time for the voice of reason....
Telling someone to go racing is like telling someone to stick their nose on the end of a rolled up note, there's a very good chance they'll be fine, but there's a slim risk it'll all go t!ts up and you'll have to live with that recommendation for the rest of your life. Having been though roughly what you have over the last few months I can fully appreciate the bloody inconvenience of being in one-hand-land for extended periods of time, and understand a tiny bit of what it would mean to spend the rest of your life like that.
I'm also about to get married, the missus (and family) know that I have no off button, and are dead set against the whole idea, but........ ....what would summer be without it? How would I validate riding on the road instead when it's almost as dangerous? How would I feel in 20 years time knowing I only gave it one shot on an underpowered bike? What happens when you run through a race lap in your mind and your heart no longer races and the adrenaline doesn't force you to sit up in bed?
I made my decision while I was still sliding along on my arse. I know I won't come back riding as hard, I have an evening with Geoff to thank for that. But I'll still out-brake the guys I did last year, and I'll do my best to make some smoother lines make up for the bravery that's going to be in short supply this season. I'm not going to scoop the championship, but I'll have a fecking great time battling for top 10 spots (hopefully) without doing myself too much injury. Come out and play, just remember there's an off switch.
Ali