The pity train is arriving at the station. Prepare to disembark.
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
From Frank Hebert’s “Dune” (I actually thought the trilogy was kind of mediocre, but I feel like I would have liked it more if I were smarter.)
I can only do this for so long.
“This” is being fearful. That’s no way to live a life. It’s even less of a way to have an adventure.
I’ve really turned a corner, both mentally and physically in the last 24 hours. Physically, I woke up with almost no swelling in my ankle and nearly full motion. I’m still limping a little because of the scabbing that’s happening at my knee, but I walked about a mile today with very little discomfort.
Mentally, I’m ready to go. I think I knew I would get back to this place, it was just a matter of how long. I still believe in the riding methods that have kept me so safe over the years. I still believe in the machine which has been rock solid through many trials. Maybe most importantly, I really still believe that this trip is worth doing.
I was able to get Annie almost all fixed up today. She’s ready to roll, there’s just one more bolt I’ll need to pick up once I’m in a bigger city. I think I will visit the ruins at Palenque tomorrow, then probably hit the road on Sunday. The same road that got me last time. It can do its worst.
Thanks again for all of the positive support, prayers, good vibes and general encouragement. Even if I don’t get back to everyone, I hope you all know how much I appreciate it. Next post, we can get back to business as usual.