So many of us have had injuries. After my second recent frostbite incident, a lot of you hit me up about your own injuries. I feel for you. They all suck. I’ve broken, torn, sprained, and concussed so much of my body over the years, mostly from soccer and skiing. April’s Alaskan frostbite took me out of training for over a month. For me, this means a month of feeling unfulfilled.
But in May, I was able to hike and ski in Africa without major incident. Climbing 5.9 at 17,000 feet on Mt. Kenya probably would have been more relaxed in climbing shoes, but I stubbornly left my @salomon approach shoes on—jamming and smearing in them—to avoid learning if my toes were ready for the constraints of climbing shoes. The same went for running: I didn’t try any long runs because I was nervous my frostbite would be aggravated and I’d have to face the reality of my condition. I stopped being nervous two weeks ago, and ran 100 miles without stopping. On both occasions, my toes weren’t comfortable, but they were ready to be tested. And though some pain interfered, they passed.
I’m getting better. The frostbite is healing. Some people messaged me about their torn ACL’s, others about far more serious conditions. None of them are favorable, but all are part of life.
I want my body to function more like a machine than a flimsy skin suit. Getting sweaty outside on a daily basis is the only strategy I have. My physical fitness isn’t some aspect of a bigger sense of fulfillment these days, but a direct shot to my core happiness. This makes injuries even harder to handle. But the messages from you helped me put things in perspective, and I’m just happy to finally be running and rock climbing again.
I don’t think there is a formula for handling tough stuff. Sometimes we just gotta stick our tongues out, be strong, and keep going.
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