Remember me mentioning in the "Epic Buffet" entry that I thought I had sustained a groin pull? Come to find out that is not true, but I have sustained what I'll just refer to as a "guy injury". In short, it feels like someone has swiftly kicked me in my nuts, even though no one did. After spending part of the night in the emergency room, the doctor has given me orders to rest for about a week and ice my testes. I now find myself unwillingly back in Delaware.
As you might imagine, I'm not too fond of this new situation. However, I know that if I want a chance of finishing this hike without jeopardizing my own health, I must rest for the time being. Of course, it's just hard to do that.
At the beginning of this hike, I hated my body and my body hated me. Needless to say, I've hiked through pain (and the rain). Pain that shot through my knees back in Georgia. Pain that radiated from my heels because they had been rubbed raw in Virginia. I have mere aches now-- good pains, if you will, compared to when I started hiking down in Georgia. However, this pain was different. I'm used to "pushing" but stopping before I'm doing damage to my body. After over 1,000 miles, you know your limits. Yet, the pain I was experiencing felt as if my body was already damaged.
Nothing to do but wait it out and resume hiking in a few days... I miss it already. "It" is everything from the views to the friends I've made.
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| Rays of sunshine after a thundershower in Shenandoah |
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