‘What a difference a day makes’
Fiery shock waves shot from my gut up to my head as my ankle jarred on a boulder on trail. And the gnats were everywhere, buzzing in my ears, face. One got stuck in my eye, disgusting me.
Sweating and heart racing, I was hot with anger. And my anger was laced with fear. What was wrong with my ankle? What might this mean for my journey?
“It’s what we call strain-sprain complex. I can fix it today.”
Lying on the chiropractor’s coach I felt calm, safe, all together different to 24 hours ago.
Keith had been recommended to me by the lady running the hostel I was staying at in Dunsmuir. He was skilled and knowledgable and treated my injury with laser therapy and hands on work. By the end of my treatment I was nearly dancing out of the clinic.
My injury was due to the shoes I’d worn for the first 800 miles not being supportive enough. And some weird compensatory movement I’d developed. All fixable.
The injury and treatment have given me an unplanned rest day which has been a joy. Different friends have come and gone from the hostel. I’ve chatted and chilled. Resupplied my food and restauranted.
A bunch of friends are off to climb Mount Shasta tonight. In the past I’d have had FOMO but I’m very happy to rest in a real bed(!) so I’ll be fresh on trail tomorrow. (The photos are of my friends at the hostel).
Here’s to asking for help, healing and being happy for others.