This morning, a few of us gathered on Turnpike Road in Norwich for a distance roller ski. Spencer skated while Emily, Helen and I classic skied. All was fine until 20 minutes into the workout, I broke my right pole and had to head home to find a replacement. Of course, it wasn’t that easy, I found another set of poles, but had to switch the ferrules, so more delay as I heated a pot of water and got out the glue gun.
For me, a lot of no pole work and a bit of strength and a bit of frustration. And yes, the pole did break, see the picture, and I did change the ferrules…. look at the tip.