I thought that hiking without weight would help, but I was so far gone that any walking at all was further injury. I walked eight miles with my mom over October Mtn. in Mass. We pitched our tents at the Cookie Lady’s farm for the night and picked a bucket of blueberries in the morning. We took a drive up to the top of Mt. Greylock just to occupy our time. It was fun to show her where I had been these past few weeks.
I tried a deep tissue massage to see if I could loosen up my leg muscles. It helped a ton, but hurt like nothing I have ever felt before. The pain was almost unbearable. The massage therapist told me that I might have ripped a groin muscle or rather that it was so tight that it could snap. She also told me that I might have sprained my IT band.
wow. I just did a little research and this website kind of nails it:
I was diagnosed later with an overuse injury.
My mom decided to head home. I still wasn’t recovering so we hopped in the car and began to drive home. I remembered that I had a friend in Pittsburg, Pa and decided to pay her a visit. One thing turned to another and I was staying for her to recover. I spent the next week in Pa with my friend Veta, her husband Peter and their energetic baby Malachi.
July 26 off trail in Bennyton
We left today after three days off trail. I kept thinking that my leg would get better. Maybe I could stretch it, maybe I could walk it back to normal, maybe ice, maybe hot, maybe drink enough water and I will be able to walk again.
Day four off trail and the pain has not subsided.
I keep thinking that this might be it, might be the end of my hike.
I often wonder about my injury and the timing and circumstances.
I fell in love with someone who does not love me. As quickly as it came, it went. I could die if I weren’t so distracted with my independence. I’m not afraid anymore. I’m not afraid to drive a car, to hike alone, to go to town or to do anything by myself. So now I find that I no longer need to be alone.
As soon as I begin to feel this independence, I get an injury that leaves me alone and struggling. Perfect irony.