Sweet revenge has been my goal since last week (as well as having my cuts close).  Flagstaff, my favorite trail, had betrayed me.  Before we could make amends, I needed to conquer it.

Today I could sufficiently bend my left knee, so I decided to brave those twisted trails.  To my delight, I beat my time to the top by a minute despite some tired calves and 5 days off.  Success was mine! I was sauntering down slowly and carefully, appeased with my efforts.  Like a lioness prowling for gazelles, I stealthily wove through the trees and grasses with pristine calm, avoiding roots and rocks and gravel.

With the precision I navigated the section that so torridly tore my limbs last week.  A sigh of relief escaped my salty lips.  I was almost down.  Then, with the force of a rhinoceros, a rock flew through the earth’s core and made its exodus right where my right foot was to land.  Profanities echoed through the calm mountain air.

My ankle is now swollen and sore.  I sad and grumpy like a short giraffe.  Flagstaff is a spiteful and treacherous yet still sweet beast.