I have been a wimp this summer, barely willing to walk the dog once a day. Most of my problem is attitude. I had a beautiful remission last summer, walked off thirty pounds and felt great until cold weather brought back my pain and all the lost pounds returned (plus a few more). This summer nice weather didn't bring any relief, so I am mad at my body, my doctor, God. But I'm still trying to be a good mom and get my kids into our magnificent Utah mountains.
Last week I suggested one of our usual wimpy one-mile walks, but my fourteen-year-old, six foot tall Jim asked for a real hike, his shorter eleven-year old brother Lee didn't protest, and I couldn't say no. I chose Red Pine --a flower-lined trail to an alpine lake, but a steep and rocky three miles.
I prepared yesterday by sitting around watching TV. Today we packed lots of water, candy, cookies and sun screen. I put on my "buckle me up" bracelet for courage. We also brought my son's friend and my parents, who in their sixties can out-hike almost everyone.
The fast people cruised ahead. Lee and I walked slowly, but steadily together. Mom stayed with me in case I decided to die on the trail. The first two miles weren't bad. Lee happily explained every detail of his favorite video game while Mom and I enjoyed the scenery. By the last mile, Lee's legs hurt and my feet felt like hamburger. We limped from shady log to shady log, drank lots of water and ate sour gummy worms. Mom decided that we weren't going to make it to the lake and went on ahead.
I eventually found a huge wizard-style walking stick and used it to push myself the rest of the way there. We got to sit by the lake eating cookies for half an hour before the hike down.
Gravity, pride, and the walking stick got me down the hill. The only real trauma was when I reached the parking lot and glanced at my left wrist it seemed to be dripping blood. A frantic investigation showed that I had sweated heavily through my bracelet and the "blood" was only dissolved stain from the leather.
Now after being home for five hours and sleeping two of them, I can limp around the house in rubber shoes without too much pain. Conclusions? 1) I can and should push myself harder physically than I usually do. 2) A little more support sure helps me move through pain. So I ordered a very pretty cane to get me through the harder days of teaching this next school year.



Hi!
Congratulations on the hike and the cane!!
I have to tell you, I almost spit coffee on the computer screen when you said your Mom stuck with you just in case you died on the trail!!!
Cracked me up.
Here's hoping that you aren't swollen and ouchy today!
Ish