Everything can change in a moment.
June 10, 2022 I headed out early on my bicycle to run a few errands, only it wasn't until July 2 that I even started to become aware of what happened. I'd been hit by a car at 50mph. Broke my back, both legs, left ankle, left shoulder, ribs, collapsed lung, and ruptured all the tendons in my left knee. Also treated for traumatic brain injury – thank God I'd turned my nose up at those little cycling helmets and embraced a heavier duty multi sport helmet.
Went from trauma at VCU to a rehab hospital, canceled my August ‘22 UK trip and came home in a wheelchair. Then started physical therapy. I got to a walker, then a cane and started back to work on November 27. I'd take walks around the block with the walker and could do a half mile in 40 minutes.
Throughout this whole experience what pained me most was that I canceled my August trip, and no one could tell me when or if I'd travel again. I'd already accepted that there was no more cycling or backpacking but I couldn't imagine never doing England again.
Finished physical therapy in March ‘23. By April I was fed up enough not knowing that I bought tickets to the UK. I had to have firm goals, my capabilities at work were improving and whether I could travel or not was all up to me and it was all up to me to build my strength and endurance. As I'd told myself many times, “suck it up cupcake”. I got it stuck in my mind that success was going to be walking the 0.7 of a mile from Broken Wharf across Millennium Bridge to Borough Market and back. That became my singularly focused goal. By early May I was down to a 20 minute half mile, in June I'd reached 15 minutes and in early October I broke 14 minutes. With a knee that doesn't flex, a cane, and a pretty gnarly scar across my forehead I was going to do this