So here we are. I was going to log on and post one last week but I got caught up in my vacation. Literally. I am very proud that I found my way out. If you know me, you will agree.
At the end of the week after fantastic golf and pampered trail walks, I decided to beef up the warrior training. We were spending our final days up at Promises so I thought nothing about heading into the woods. Now remember, we're approaching May and I'm gearing up for obstacle addition to my routine. (Heaven help me!!!) So I though "No time like the present." I trudged off into the wilderness with my weights. I was cruising at a good clip and feeling good. I'm a tough warrior. hooyah! It only took one loose rock. I was moving along and felt it give under my tromping determined feet. My arms shot up struggling to catch something and save my fall. It didn't happen. I crashed to the ground, hearing a thick pop as my ankle twisted. Oh yeah. Heat spidered up my leg and grabbed my knee. I was lying in the weeds with dirt and dust poofing excitedly around me and rocks needling my back. The tears hesitated until I saw the swelling start and felt the pulsing in my shoe. I got nervous. I was more than two miles from home. The trees seemed to close in around me, curious about this whimpering little person in the dirt. I think I heard them snickering.
I believe there is a show about this...Survivor Man? The prospect of having to build a fire here in the wilderness and sleeping under ferns or burrowing beneath a rotting tree with chipmunks and black ants was unappealing to say the least. Yeah sure, I know HOW to catch a crawdad out of the creek but it doesn't mean I want to EAT one unless it's in a Louisiana Po Boy in a RESAURANT! I sat for a bit, looking around realizing I had no choice. I rolled around in the dirt and propped myself up on a higher rock, recovered a stick and began to trudge along the creek bed. When that ran out, I was fortunate enough to see power lines up at the top of the mini mountain and so began to walk toward them. After about forty-five minutes I reached a gravel path within half an hour, I discovered the main road. I headed home looking like a beat up hobo, with my do-rag, my walking stick/crutch and my weights which did I mention were canned veggies? Oh yeah, did I draw some looks from the drivers-by. I finally crossed the bridge near our lake and made my way home. I hobbled up the porch and called out. Staggering through the door, Cheech took one look and scooped me up. The kids flew around the house gathering slippers, ice packs, pillows and ibuprofen. The dogs barked with alarm and ran away with my leaf covered socks. We marveled at the bruise-y rainbow painting its way up my leg. The purples were deep almost black and the blues were the color of midnight with a couple of greens. Fabulous. I don't think this is what they mean by "My body is a canvas...".
No worries. I am a strong stubborn warrior and I have sprained my ankle more times than I've visited spas. Better days my lovies. I'm sorry there are no photos of my adventure. Imagine black pants littered with leaves. My hair matted with sweat and fleck with twigs and a couple of dead bugs. Dirt smudges across my freckled cheeks and oh yeah an ankle the size of an F150 truck tire. Oh yes. I am a vision.
Hooyah.
Thanks for laughing along. I found this song more than approriate.
