Annual Update

One year ago right now, I was strung out on pain killers with a Achilles tendon that had been sliced from my heel bone and a sheared bone spur extracted from the interior of the cord.  Since the tendon was yanked off to the side, Doc thought it was prime time to grind the heel bone to perfection.  He then literally nailed the tendon back in place and I experienced pain that could not be tuned out.  Bigger and better doses got me through the tough days and I literally was bedridden with nothing to do.  Stir crazy was an understatement.  Being task oriented and self diagnosed with OCD, I struggled with all the thumb twiddling. With the help from a gracious friend, I created this blog that provided an outlet to occupy all the idle time.

Summit

While traversing the mountainside, a flash of movement above me on the slope catches my eye. My head jerks to better focus on what becomes a man in a t-shirt coming down a trail. A leash angles down and periodic glimpses through the brush shows it's attached to what appears to be a yellow lab. The duo moves in slow motion and they drop out of sight behind a small ridge. Minutes later, I come to where our trails intersect with them now on "my" trail as I cut up onto "their" singletrack. He waves, I wave back, and he rotates to focus on his dog. A tidal wave of emotion rips through me, streaming tears from my eyes.