It's been a trying time as of late.

Several weeks ago I wrote saying that my foot was feeling better...well actually this turned out to not be true. My foot has been so painful that I actually can not wear shoes nor walk at times. Being that I am supposed to be training to walk The Camino de Santiago on July 1st-this is a problem.

About a week ago reality set in and I let go of the trip. It was a difficult decision. I had become an anxious wreck. Continually I was nervous about adhering to my training schedule so I'd be in peak shape for this trip that I was emotionally losing it. Each day that I couldn't walk or walk with shoes, was making me extraordinarily anxious and concerned

On Thursday night, April 10th, I went to the podiatrists office and saw Dr. Dicaro. At that visit he saw the issue as an orthodics issue and agreed that my right orthodic pushed my foot forward thus putting undue pressure on the arch of my foot. His attitude was that of "No worries". I was hopeful. A shot of cortizone, and a repair to the right orthodic should do the trick. I said "ok."

The cortizone shot HURT like mad and I couldn't walk literally for three days thus taking Friday off from school. On Sunday when I finally was able to put one foot infront of the other, I put the modified pink plastic orthodic in my hiking shoes and walked around the house for around 30 minutes. My intension was to break in my orthotics and my hiking boots. Pain awkened slowly, this time on the side of my foot. Taking off my shoes to walk barefoot, I felt completely discouraged and sad.

By the time I woke up in the morning, it was clear, I have to let go of this trip. Forget the orthotics, I have to be able to walk and I need to be able to wear shoes.

With the temperature dropping steadily as the snow begain to fall...

Deep grieving and deep sadness set in.