Reblogged with kind permission.
I’ve been recovering from a torn ACL and today was a big day for me. I made it down my front steps from my porch to the sidewalk. I went down all seven steps. Made my way back up them too. Funny, spending so much time just sitting. Makes me think of being out on a trip… that last hour in the day… you’re not at camp and you know before any slowing down you still have a few miles to go. Camp will feel so good. Just to sit. It would be amazing. Yet you can’t; you are not at camp and you are not on a couch.
My story starts very far from my couch, very far from any couch. We were at mile 22 of our 24-mile push. Dark and cold—it was about ten at night and the thermometer only read a few degrees above zero. The…
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Tales of Unwise Paths 