Bad DaysI pull on, push through my feet and reach out with my righthand when I hear a pop from my left and a line of pain shoots through my hand.For a split-second time stands still and I can see two futures stretching outahead of me: One of my normal life, climbing every day that I can, getting onTuppence once a week, trad epics and adventures. The other of injury, pain,weeks or months of rest, rehab, getting weak and frustrated. I slump onto therope clutching my hand and look up, only one future remains.