After a few weeks in North Carolina among wonderful family and friends, I am back in the Sonoran Desert for my scheduled round of medical appointments at the Mayo Clinic. Running and cycling the hilly streets of an Appalachian town every day had me feeling pretty good. So I figured the best thing after a long day of airline travel would be to simply climb the Superstition Mountains before breakfast. Right. So on stiff legs I did the short run to the base and then ... there was no more running. The next two hours were climbing over boulders to the top... and then back down. Back at the trailhead, my legs were bleeding sticks of rubber. Meanwhile, an intimate encounter with an overhanging boulder gave a new job for my hat: Keeping the gash in my head from bleeding down my forehead. Every bit of cockiness was erased.
Sometimes you are a superhero; sometimes you just get wacked. Yes I know --- my body has gone through hell and I still have a long way to go. Learning to accept the ramifications of that is hard. For a short time I had almost forgotten my story, and as bad as it is I don't want to lose any of its wisdom. It took a head knock and a tumble down a steep trail to remind me. The trick is acceptance without complacency. So that means I just back off a bit for a few days and then get on with it... and do it again.