Now that all seems an age ago, although it was only 6 years. No I am not fully recovered and never will be - the damage done to the muscles and soft tissues in my right leg are not going away. I will never go jogging again. But my life is good, it is full, it is busy, and I revel in my new hobby of motorsport and only occasionally miss the sailing. I have made many new friends through the fitness studio I joined to rehabilitate my leg. I don't need to write this blog any more, yet it is a diary for me to look back at on occasion - a reminder of all the stuff (good and bad) that went through my mind during that time.
A reminder that the reality of my life today is based on those times that now seem like a dream.