Does it end?

That’s not a does it end, I’m wallowing in self pity does it end it’s a reflection that actually maybe it has ended and this is now normal?

So we’re 19 ish months in, I’ve been hitting Zwift pretty hard (in comparison to what I was doing at least) building a bit of fitness with an eye on completing the Fred Whitton in May.

I’ll get round the Fred just out of sheer stubbornness but on the bike I am starting to see gains again. I went out and did 32miles, went up the Fleak and did over 3000ft of climbing in the worst weather imaginable so I’m hoping that actually it means on a good day I’ve got 40 miles in my legs which if you look at the big picture that’s huge.

I still have issues with walking, I can now go further, longer, higher but it comes at a cost and I have to take precautions. If I’m going to be on my feet all day or we’re going for a, well any kind of, walk I put an ankle support on as well as my walking boots. My ankle will still often seize but it’s a lot less severe.

I still don’t fully trust my leg and don’t know if I will but looking at the progress over the last 12 months I know I’m better.

Doctors all said that at the two year mark I’ll probably be as recovered as I’m likely to be. My right leg that took the brunt of the accident feels like it’s about there, it’s not great but it’s plateaued. My left leg, where they took the skin graft from, that needs to do more! Can’t believe how weak that thigh feels sometimes!

Onwards and upwards we’ll carry on recovering.