Well, after over 2-weeks of accepting and trying to learn from the intense pain in both of my shoulders and both of my ankles/shins I gave up. It was too much. I started on anti-inflammatory and science.
Blood tests all came back ‘normal’ and I found a genius of a physio at La Clinique du Sport in Chamonix http://www.lacliniquedusport.com/ After a bit of head scratching…it came down to the fact that my legs were just not recovering. They just needed some TLC. So with some zapping of the Compex machine, some massage and some rest, the pain is slowly going away.
I am by no means getting anywhere fast though. For some fun and some metal relief I participated in 2 vertical kilometers this week on legs that did not feel like they belonged to me. I am trying to be patient and good about giving myself the time I need to recover, but it is so hard when you are surrounded by incredible mountains.
I had a wonderful early morning tracking Seb Montaz, Kilian Jornet and the Ibex up on the Flagere route leading to Lac Blanc in time for a stunning sunrise. The ice crystals delicately grew right in front of my eyes, and the sun warmed my chilled hands and face from the breeze off the really late snow.
We spoke of life, of the mountain spirit. I wondered if it is in us already? Or if we find it on a mountain top? Or if it finds us?
My little home – my Origin Campervan http://www.origin-campervans.com/ – for the last 6-weeks had to go back to Lille. So I had a huge day and night driving, shuttles, airports and more shuttles back to Chamonix. There was my meandering family ready for the weekend of racing. And then onward together to Font Romeu for Kilians ClassiK. It is amazing how fast time goes by. How much you can pack in, but how it can also just seem like yesterday. This chapter is done. I have loved the freedom of the van. The beauty of waking up literally in the mountain. Breathing the air and smelling the beautiful wild flowers.