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!
Gymnastics is a bit of a guilty pleasure for me. One of many sports I watch when I have the chance.
I find it utterly incredible what they can do with their bodies. Yes I know it takes years and they start very young. I was rather flexible when I was younger. Now I can barely touch my toes. One for me to work on there.
Last weekend, I watched the women’s competition. This weekend it was the turn of the men. Oh my goodness, it was so exciting. Lots of tumbles – intended and unintended. Man when they fall, they fall hard!
Footballers could learn a thing or two from them. Just saying. As someone who’s had quite a few falls herself, I greatly admire their resilience and mental strength to get back on the apparatus and finish their routines. I too know you have to get back on the horse. Literally in my case.
Team GB retained their European Team title. Absolutely amazing. Football didn’t come home, but plenty of other sports are smashing it right now.
Including my favourite sport, equestrianism. We’ve done rather well at the World Equestrian Games too. I saw Scott Brash took a tumble too. Maybe there’s a crossover. Gymnastics on horses? Oh wait, that’s called vaulting.
There are so many incredible sports out there. It’s such a shame we don’t get to see them that often. So I’m glad I got to enjoy the gymnastics this time.
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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