When I fell across that hole I had dug, it pulled something in my upper back and shoulder. It has taken a couple of months to start getting better. Sleeping still isn't really comfortable. But, like so many injuries before, it is all part of the miles of the journey.
Endurance sports have gifted me through these miles, with several cracked ribs, pulled shoulders, trashed knees, torn up hands, cut legs, sprained wrists, a split sternum, and a few others I can't recall at the moment. They hurt. They all had their moments to torment, but the built-in miracle called the body eventually healed them. They are all part of the journey, a part of the life.
As with every injury, the returning ability gives me such gratitude. The mountains God has put in my path have taught me how to climb and to love the climb even more.
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