Welcome to blog! I started it in 2020 to chart my recovery from breaking my ankle (hence the name). I guess no-one saw a global pandemic coming. It's turned into a place where I can talk about the things happening in my life, my horse and my cats. Enjoy!
So my word for 2026 is zeal. Not as in zealot or a negative way, but as in enthusiasm and excitement. Can’t say that I was feeling either of those things this morning. I went to bed early and clearly slept really heavily as I didn’t hear any fireworks at midnight. I woke up feeling rather groggy (and I didn’t have a single drink last night).
Bert clearly got the memo as he was very enthusiastic about 2026. The biting wind cleared my head. Who needs cold plunges when you can stand in a big field in the cold?! Is it any wonder us country folk are pretty resilient.
I de-Christmased the house. Yes, I went up a ladder to take the lights down (and got them back in the box). I also did the ‘Christmas Tree’ waddle putting it back to the garage. My lounge looks huge now! Funny how you get used to the tree being there. I miss the twinkly lights.
As I hoovered the needles up, I thought about the things I have planned for 2026 already. I’ve two holidays booked in Q1. I’ve booked us in to two training camps. And we’ve qualified for a BRC Championship in May.
I’m sure there will be many more adventures to be had too. Bert is clearly conserving his energy. I mean you wouldn’t want to peak on day one…
So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life.
I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began...
I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover.
I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling.
The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020.
This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!
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