Intro
Hi, my name is Andy Godfrey, for those who know nothing about me, I'm a 46 year old father of two kids,ex Aucklander and have lived and worked in Taupo for 11 years...oh Yes! I'm a skydiver.
Whilst reading this I assume many will quickly come to think this sounds like another survival story, where the broken bloke makes good sort of thing! please bear with me because their is a twist or two.

1. Apart from the intro.. I will be writing this at the time it happens.
2. I'm not getting paid for this,may payment will be my health and physical well being back, (with the help of Tim and the crew)
3. I will write ALL I experience..no holds barred!
I admit that i started trying to get fit earlier in the year with running,swimming and cycling with the express intention of competing in the Kinloch 3-9-3 (i even got a little bit in the Taupo times about me) only to find shortly after my run in the Kinloch offroad ½ marathon (of which i ran the ¼) I got broken

The Accident
At the cost of sounding a little flippant, this accident could of happened to anyone, anywhere, or anytime, it just happened to me at work on the 10th September 2011.Skydiving is probably safer than driving, but even behind the wheel accidents happen to even the most careful of drivers. My personal parachute on this occasion opened in a most unusually fast fashion, this extreme slowing down tore my pelvis apart.Called an "open book" fracture it felt none too comfortable
at 3000ft above the ground with a useless main parachute above my head,in haze of pain and discomfort i had to jettison my main parachute and open my reserve..and yep, that kind of hurt
heaps too!only now to spend the next 5 minutes sitting in a harness with a broken pelvis and my intestines leaking inside me..while i flew my parachute to earth. As with all stories of this type many an unsung hero emerges, my colleagues, employers, ambulance and hospital staff, basically everyone worked together to get me into the right hands to keep me alive. Thanks guys.

Hospital
I am still yet to meet anyone who has enjoyed their stay in hospital.The first two weeks of my stay, I could have been on the moon because I was nowhere with all the drugs in my system. After a month I had had four separate operations on my pelvis and internals....and slowly I began to heal enough for my next trick.
Standing to face the world, not easy after a month on your back! The trauma had stripped 10 kilograms of muscle mass and the drugs had ravaged my mind, time had arrived for me to once again learn to be upright again. Scary stuff when comfort is found only in short grabs with large doses of morphine! the tilt table gave me a taste of things to come with two or three sessions (cant honestly remember,told you the morphine was good!) then i progressed to the walking
frame.Hell, i used to joke with my mates how i would end up on one of these things!With all the help of the Physio staff who laid these challenges before me it wasn't long before i was on crutches "walking" measured distances up and down the ward corridors.All the time I was in hospital i spoke on an almost daily basis with my kids back in Taupo, they would ask how far I had "walked " that day or why had hadn't improved my distance on the day prior. It was due
to this encouragement from them that after a few weeks i had managed to "walk" a kilometre in the ward, and this carried on for weeks, a k a day would help me get away.
There is nothing like having a target!

Lows and Highs
After a month in a hospital the low times come. Only lasting a short while, but still they play havoc with everything! mental and physical lethargy plagued me for about a day at a time,i also suffered with these nightmares of the accident for about 5 nights of my two months in hospital. With every valley is a high place, this is easy to recall, every visitor I had without fail brought me cheer and rekindled my desire to achieve and get strong enough to leave this place. then the highest point of them all...discharge day!

Home
About ten days ago i arrived home.I was full of hope and fresh desire to get well.
Many people have visited, my kids are ecstatic.
Then it comes, I get a call from Tim@bodyworx asking me,coaxing me, daring me, challenging me to not only get well and strong but to reach beyond my previous self and excel...to take on an Ultimatum!

So, here I am, I have accepted Tims' challenge. Its with a potent mix of excitement and trepidation at what lies ahead...I am aware of the trials and difficulties ahead but all with the promise of physical well being at the end...
stay tuned, cause it starts now!