2015 and I appear to have got off on the wrong foot. Whether this is because 2014 was just so great (I refuse to be on of these "New Year - New Me" people, cause your year is as good as you can make it come what may), or whether its because I entered the new year sober, I'm unsure, but to get hit by a van and break my arm 5 days in just wasn't quite what I had in mind.
After the expected training downtime over the Christmas break, party due to quality time with family, friends and the fridge, and partly due to the fact its near impossible maintain a high intensity training schedule through the winter and still hit race season hard (some might just say lazy but I prefer "selective participation"), I was more than ready to get back to it after the New Year. January 5th was a Monday, and while office workers wished their coffees be strong and Mondays short, it seemed like a good day to get back on the road to me. I headed out on the bike after lunch for a couple of hours, only to come round at 6pm in hospital having been taken out by a van from behind and broken the wing mirror glass with my arm (my arm didn't come off much better).
The scariest part was that I couldn't remember anything. I still don't. In hospital apparently all I did was repeat questions like "have we had Christmas yet?, where was I at New Year?, Was I in the car or bike? etc...". My memory of the accident and even a couple of days prior have gone, and although people can remind me where I was that weekend and what we were doing, I still have no recollection of the crash. The police came round the following day to take a statement which was ambitious, I had nothing to tell them, and they had to tell me where the crash had taken place and what had happened. Even since revisiting the crash site - no memory has come back.
My arm is now out the sling, and although I can bear no weight on it or resit anything, I can run. Which is a godsend for everyone in close proximity to me. Running is my outlet and my passion, and id pick a broken arm over leg any day. The doctors said 2-3 weeks...I heard 8 days. I started with some little runs (so much energy build up, so read, - "flat out sprint") and today ran outside for the first time. Obviously 15-20 minutes would have been a sensible suggestion but 2hrs sounded sensible too right.
So i'm back running and cycling on the turbo, and swimming will be back soon. As much as friends have joked I've taken getting out of swim training one step too far, i'm actually missing being in the water. The back end of 2014 saw me skip the offer of another warm weather camp in December, and instead flew to the Swiss Alps for a week of base fitness focussed ski mountaineering and running which was just perfect. On return I quickly felt the effects of this strength based focus on the bike and the hills. Hopefully not all is lost...
I've tried (and am) to be positive, and see the positives from this hiccup, and although one evening was spent in total meltdown, panic, life and career is over mode - I do remain stuck by "everything happens for a reason", and can count many positives that have already arisen from the situation. Hope your all having lovely Januarys, chipping away at losing that winter insulation and focussing on bigger and better things for 2015.