I'm still investigating new aches, bruises, and pains but the pieces of glass are almost all out of my body (at least I hope they are). There are all sorts of stages that my mind is now going through that I'm sure some PhD types have defined much better than I would ever be able to but I have been amazed by the support that I've gotten from friends, family and even complete strangers.
Mighty Hamptons Tri on Sunday will happen without me. The likelihood of doing the rest of my 2009 race calendar on the road to the NYC marathon is low. The likelihood of the marathon itself grows slimmer every day.
But I am alive. A lot goes through your mind in the split second when you realize that there is nothing you can do to not crash. I wondered how fast I was going (22.4mph was the answer) and what my chances were (not great). I'm still sorting out the other thoughts that were racing through my mind at that point. I realized that I can look at this as a "why did this happen to me?" moment and be angry. I may look it it that way soon but I've decided to view this as I was lucky and it could have been much worse.
I feel that I am now at the entrance ramp to the road to recovery. MrsRockstar asked me today if I was afraid to get back on the bike and ride. I can't physically ride yet (I hope to return to work on Monday) but I did set up my road bike on the trainer. I think that would be a good step once I'm ready physically. Won't be today but hopefully will be soon.
I'm not going to wait until then to say thank you for the help. Expressing gratitude is not one of my strengths so I'm trying the best I can to give thanks where it is due. I can't say thanks enough to all the people that are helping me through this. Thank you for the support and thank you for everything else.
It means more to me than I can write or say. Thanks.