I'm going to do something for more than 1 day, I mean, to do a single and the same activity for a sustained period of time: not to walk, maybe.
I don't like repetition: re-visiting a place I already know, doing something over and over again, staying in the same environment. It is my brain that is, insistently, asking for something new: quiero que me pasen cosas. As if the only valuable things were those to be discovered yet.
In 30 minutes we are heading to Milano to catch our flight to Sardegna. I'm almost ready... What can I do in these 30 minutes...? I can do a short run in Marzolina and then shower and let's go to Sardegna. While running down from Rifugio Bindesi, I'm thinking of a funny reply to Valeria's message about her PhD party. One second later I am not running anymore, I am on the ground with a very acute pain on my left ankle. My ankle twisted. This time is different. It hurts. I can not stand on my left foot. I have no phone. Julieta, come out of the forest. Now.
So, here I am. Although I never believed I could do a trekking for 25 days, just flying for 25 days or climbing, or sciencing non stop... everything indicates that I will be not walking for 25 days, after damaging my foot ligament.
And if I make it, it will be the first time for me doing the same thing for 25 days.
And if I make it, I will be very proud.
And if I make it, I won't do it anymore.
And if I make it, I will immediately go to mountains and never come down.
For 1 day. Until my brain asks for a change.
How is life without walking?
The comic format I used in this post was inspired by the great Brendan Leonard:
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