Or Peregrinatio Interrupta, for the more scholarly and pedantic.
I’ve been putting off writing this post because I’m in a funk.
After a long, mouse-filled night at Silverwood Lake, I packed up this morning, intent on having a good day and getting to Cajon Pass to meet my family for a resupply and much-needed set of hugs.
About a mile down the trail, the tendon in my left ankle, which had been hurting off and on, suddenly went, “Twang.”
It was not a good twang.
With swelling setting in at a rapid rate and a lot of pain upon stepping up and down, I decided prudence was the better part of valor and called in the cavalry.
So I’m currently at home. The doctor I saw is convinced it’s tissue damage; I’m not so sure it isn’t related to the tendon, but anti-inflammatories, ice, and rest are in my future for the next several days at least.
I am resting now in the hope—nay, the conviction—that this is just a “blip” (as my dad puts it) in my journey; I’m planning on resuming next week. This may mean moving up the trail a bit, to fill in this section later. It’s all up in the air and rather flexible at the moment. But I’m trusting that God has a plan in this (perhaps to help me avoid the sudden snowstorm that came dropping down on the mountains today), and that it’s part of the epic adventure of overcoming adversity to conquer.
Keep your eyes on this space. Thanks again for your continued support and encouragement, which are helping keep up my uneven spirits. You are all special and lovely.