1861 miles on the Appalachian Trail
The podiatrist diagnoses me with plantar fasciitis and metatarsalgia. I rejoice when she says there are no broken bones.
A week later, I attempt to return to the trail and meet Tenacious and Nighthawk near Delaware Water Gap. After 5 miles, I again find myself limping, my speed reduced to a mile an hour. Every step is excruciating.
I go home again, as determined to avoid long-term injury to my feet as I am to finish the trail.
You've got a year. A whole year to finish the 2189.8 miles, I remind myself. It'll still be a thru-hike. What good is continuing north if you may permanently damage your feet? You're in this for the long haul.
I book a lean-to at Katahdin Stream Campground for August 9, and decide to flip-flop: I will hike back to Pennsylvania from Maine to finish the trail.
It takes 3 weeks for me to stop limping around the house. Another 2 for the plantar fasciitis to fade.