When I first stepped out of my tent Saturday morning, I was immediately struck by two thoughts –
First I saw that a very heavy fog had moved into camp overnight. It was so close and so intense that it hid part of the shower trailers that were about 200 yards from my tent. The heavy, damp air was actually quite invigorating and not nearly as cold as I was anticipating. The air, though very heavy, smelled really fresh. It was a lovely thing to wake up to.
Secondly, after a few steps down the aisle on my way to breakfast, I realized that the pain level in my hip was barely noticeable, maybe a 1 or 2. It is still amazing to me how quickly my body repairs itself and recovers, even more so when the recovery took place while in a sleeping bag in a pup tent.
On my BFF Dr. Andrew’s suggestion, I stopped by the medical tent for some additional stretching before I started out for the day. He hooked me up with a PT, she made sure I had good range of motion in the hip and that the muscles were stretched well. That done, I grabbed my pack, some fresh water, a little stretching and I was on my way.
Remember the movie the Sound of Music? Remember in the final scenes when the von Trapp family escaped through the mountains? Our walk through along the path leading to the Golden Gate Bridge that morning was the same sort of scene, only in dense fog… and pink.
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