With a pretty severely twisted ankle from the week before, last week looked to continue my ongoing summer trend. Illness, injury. Injury, illness. Injury, illness, injury. Sometimes life feels as if it’s just a few pages out of a dreary comic book.
Determined to keep the comic story rolling while simultaneously changing the setting, I figured I’d do a bunch of flat miles that would be relatively easy on the latest sore spot. Long flat mileage? Too much like golf. Boring. As Monday morning rolled around, I decided that heading up Hidden Peak would be a reasonable venture. Since it was downhill steps that seemed to bug the injury, I’d just head uphill and take the tram down. Snowbird, like Jackson Hole, offers free tram rides down for those who drag themselves to the summit.
This worked out so well that I made a week of it while the ankle got itself into a more normalized state. Two solo Continue reading ‘Physical Therapy Hill? 7X’

