The uncertain road to recovery part one.

So nineteen days on from my injury, ten days on from having my leg re broken, realigned , plated and pinned there's a somewhat burning question. One of those questions that I may well regret asking. How exactly do they break someones leg in an operating theatre. I hope the instrument was suitably blunt and sterile....

Anyway, tomorrow is a milestone of sorts. I've managed to not contract MRSA, to not go insane through social isolation and I've even managed to avoid spending three weeks woth of unspent work petrol money on another pair of power cranks (so far). So hows it going? Well ultimately, it isn't,  and I suppose it would be unreasonable to expect any form of comeback or rehabilitation just yet. But notwithstanding I'd not even clapped eyes on a bike until this morning, I'm in as good a place as I can be. My legs have undoubtedly lost some of what wasn't a lot of muscle in the first place. And I've undoubtedly lost some fitness, but I've managed to maintain almost monk like discipline with food. Three hundred calories for breakfast, three hundred for lunch and a main course and light pudding for dinner. Not a single morsel has passed my lips between meals. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I'm now hungry like you wouldn't believe.....but not for food.
I'm hungry to do some disciplined training, to not overtrain, but to do some really specific work to rebuild.  I've hooked up with my sounding board of seventeen years and have some plans of my own and hence I cannot wait to get going. Follow the plan, no more, no less and see what happens. Clearly, it's going to take me some time. So much so that any season long objectives are out the window now. I'm unlikely to recover in time to impact on the BBAR as I'd planned. The national TT series isn't possible. So I need to just aim for piecemeal objectives.

Tomorrow sees the stitches come out and hopefully the agreement as to when I might be allowed to start officially weight bearing on my leg. That will enable me to spend some time on physiotherapy rather than being busy not looking out of the window (because if I look out of the window this morning, I'll have nothing to do this afternoon).