Another day of walking. This time in an asphalt jungle. We headed up to Vancouver today to feel the Olympic spirit. What we really felt was the Canadian spirit for their love of hockey. I’ve never seen so many people wearing their country’s “gear.”
We probably walked three miles today and it was much harder than yesterday’s four miles. I think there are a few reasons for that. Walking on asphalt is much harder, as I’m sure it is for anyone. My lower back really feels the impact. Also, when I was hiking up, up, up yesterday, my prosthetic leg couldn’t make a full stride. On the uphill, my prosthetic leg can only make half a stride, from full extension up to meeting my long leg. That means that my prothesis doesn’t have the opportunity to rub on my backside so much. Today, after three miles of full strides, my backside is feeling pretty raw.
But, for the most part, I’m feeling good. I need an Advil to cut the incessant ache and a night of sleep will help with the raw spot.
I will say this: in my post yesterday I wrote that maybe Tessa’s hurt ankle was a blessing in disguise. It wasn’t. I would have loved to have had Mark and Tessa there with me during my accomplishment. It was really nice to walk with the family today, bantering, joking and having a good time. I wish I could have had that yesterday; I’m sure it would have helped.
My hikes aren’t over, though, so there will be other opportunities for the family to hike with me. Then I won’t need to hike with ruby slippers because “home” will always be with me.