I have come away for a few days to visit the friend who was run over by a lorry while cycling six weeks ago (there is a post from that day here). You'll be glad to hear she's healing up nicely- and slightly miraculously. Despite both legs (with the bike between them) having gone under the wheels one of them escaped with bruises and grazes and the other is in a toe-to-ankle cast but is expected to be completely fine again in another few months.
I have broken both my legs badly (not cycling, skiing) in the past, and helping her as she hops around on crutches I am reminded just how joyous it is to have the use of all my limbs. We have had long chats about the things she is looking forward to; walking, running, dancing...and hopefully, and some point, cycling. I remember that longing for motion so well, that gut-itching frustration to be free and independent, not chained to your crutches or pushed in a wheelchair. I thought I'd never take it for granted again, but I have. I do.
So today, in an entirely sincere way, I am loving my legs, with all their length and strength and despite their cyclist's calves. I hope you love yours too.
Like - a great deal. did my ankle last year, so can sympathise. good to be reminded how lucky we are to get better!
ReplyDeleteyou have the nicest legs, liz. totally jealous of the long, slender bean poles.
ReplyDeleteI have a pathological fear of LGVs/HGVs and will avoid at them at pretty much any cost. Glad to hear your mate is on the mend, sounds like a lucky escape.
ReplyDelete...in that it could've been an awful lot worse that is.
ReplyDeleteYes, an awful lot worse. Bit of a miracle really. She's getting to be a really speedy wee hop-along....
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