So I'm about 2.5 miles into my 5.25 mile walk, when the pain started. I swear, at the moment, I felt like there were legions of Huns behind me and I had been struck in the achilies by a spear. I was at a spot where I have a short walk back to my house before hitting the other side of the "loop". I almost just turned right then and limped home.
So I says to myself, "Self... just stop for a moment and check it out". Not a spear. Not a rock. Frankly, it wasn't even much of a pebble. It was an extra large grain of sand that flipped up in between my sock and heel. Not sure how I didn't feel it sooner, but I was already bleeding and raw by then.
Pulled out the offender. Made sure he didn't have any friends hiding. Used a little water to rinse off the spot. Looked down the road towards my house. Stood up tall, smiled, and started the other half of my walk. It bugged me for a while, but I got over it and finished my walk well within my time frame.
I thought about that grain of sand. I could have let it annoy me, make me bleed more, trip me up for the day. But I didn't want that day become a week, a month, or an even excuse to not go further.
It felt good to walk it off. About a half mile afterwords I was rewarded with this:
I have always loved the scent of lilacs. They last such a short time. You have to truly enjoy them while you can. If I had given up and limped home, I would have never seen those lilacs.
I was reminded of this quote: "It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe. "~ Robert W. Service
Lesson learned, don't let the grain of sand become a mountain. Let the grain of sand, instead, become a pearl!
And next time you walk, tuck a couple of band-aids in your pouch.