As I hobbled toward my podiatrist on crutches, I burst into tears. “What happened?” she asked. She confirmed that I had “overdone it,” which seems ludicrous since I could barely walk. Nonetheless, she diagnosed acute tendonitis, which means that the better part of the trip I’ll be in a walking boot. It really doesn’t matter, though, since no matter what kind of shoe I’m in, it hurts. I talked to the skipper today and he said, “no problem.”
A friend appraised it this way. What better way to start an adventure than as the underdog? As someone who is committed despite the hurdles? It would be truly boring if you were one of these seasoned sailors in perfect, Cross-fit shape, all smiles and confidence. The world is full of those overly well-adjusted people these days. But the truth is, we’re all vulnerable. We all carry a ‘peg leg’ with us. Some just do everything possible to hide it.
Indeed. I’m committed despite the hurdles. Although I don’t feel as if I’m a victim, there are moments I sink into self-pity. Not for too long, though, because I apply the “compared to what” axiom a friend taught me after her double mastectomy. Compared to me, she’d rather be in her shoes….because although she’s lost her breasts, she still has her feet. She can jump rope in a few weeks. It’s all perspective.