Putting on my running clothes this morning was not a good idea. I automatically went for my favorite tank top and shorts this morning. They're so comfortable, especially when it's hot out and the fabric is so soft. As I put the tank top on, I realized what I was doing and immediately started crying. I don't know when I can run again, and saying that is the hardest part. What's worse is that I don't know if I'll ever be able to run the same distances on the trails I have always loved or the ones I was planning on . I appreciate hearing from people that it's ok, youll be back up and going in no time. But will I? If I don't know, how can you?
Sorry, just in a sad spot this morning. On a positive note, my friends took me on my first ever full moon wheel chair ride. We traveled to a beautiful lake formed from a glacial cirque. It was dusk when we arrived and the alpen glow was lighting up the tips of the peaks as a waterfall cascaded down hundreds of feet into this lake. Nick brought his accordion and Alex brought his knowledge of alpine ecology and beers. The night was capped off by my two favorite hiking partners, who were also with me when I got hurt, coming down from a near by hike and joining us as the full moon rose over the mountains an shone on the lake. Moments like that making having a broken leg pretty great.
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