Presently, it so happens, a friend and I are in Santa Cruz, CA house sitting for my son for a few days, exchanging the cold drizzle of northwest Washington for crisp, sunny, Santa Cruz fall days. This trip has been especially trying because not only am I dealing with daily migraines, I am also hobbling around, literally, with constant pain of achilles tendonitis. But I refuse to stay home even though it would, no doubt, have been easier.
It takes a huge amount of determination sometimes to just go ahead, make plans, and carry them out even if I’m not feeling at all sure I can actually pull it off. But I have, once again, set forth, in spite of everything. And I’m not sorry. Continue reading “Traveling w/ my achilles heel(s)”