Run down

It's now two weeks since, so it's been long enough. Next month I had been planning to take off in September for ride through France and Spain, taking in the Atlantic Coast, the Pyrenees and Barcelona. I won't be doing this now, as just over a week ago a red-light runner ran me down (or so I was told, I don't actually have any memory of the incidnet). I spent 12 hours unconscious and five days in hospital, eventually emerging with two broken ribs and a broken collarbone.

Normally I'm the sort of guy to try to race the clock and get fit in time to do the tour anyway, but this time I'm thinking it's better not to try to push myself this time. Hopefully I can get myself back on the bike eventually and think about a couple of weeks in somewhere like New Zealand or Tasmania in November/December, but even that's a long way off right now. I am slowly recovering and seem to be regaining some movement each day, but damn this sucks!

I suppose I could use the time constructively and try to catch up on some posts I need to catch up on here. Whether that actually happens or not is another matter. Maybe I'll blog about my recovery, or maybe I'll write nothing at all. If there is one impression I've had so far it's just how much I appreciated the life I had until two weeks ago. The relative lack of mobility and, at times, independence, means that once I recover, I will never take all this for granted again.