Saturday, February 21, 2015
fall, get back up...
forgot to wear my cleated ice bugs though. there is very little snow in them thar hills but there is ice. i was cruising along the trail and then suddenly i was going down. it was so not graceful and i landed with my newly repaired knee in an off position.
the fear got me more than the actual pain, though there was some discomfort. i sat there on the trail assessing myself, had i damaged my knee, could i get up, would i be able to walk out on my own?
then i just decided to brush myself off and get up. it ached a few steps but then i continued on my way. iced it when i got home. the knee is still sore at times, but it is healing.
mostly, it's my brain that needs to heal. you can't let your nerves get to you in these situations. it's so easy to be overprotective after surgery...and necessary, but eventually you just have to move past that.
couldn't they clear this one beach of garbage...made it hard to believe all the talk that when the oil companies were done with the land it would be returned to it's natural state. money changes people and ideals. i understand oil has made life better for many in those northernmost areas of Alaska but walking around Deadhorse all i saw was industry scarring the land and though we took our arctic photo's...it was sad. i'm not saying there is oil at Round Island or that it will become a garbage dump, but some combination of the human element may work best as a check and balance for all.