This summer didn’t go as planned. Back in the spring, I had my sights set on two multi-day hikes. The gear was ready, the routes were mapped, and I was itching to get out. But as I’ve shared in earlier posts, my feet decided they had other plans.
Living with neuropathy is a daily challenge. Every step can be a reminder of the pain, and when that pain ramps up, it’s not just my feet that take the hit — it’s my mood, my motivation, and my mental health. This summer, it often felt like the disability was winning the fight.
By mid-August, I had logged far fewer hikes than I wanted…. As in ZERO! For most of the season, I could barely walk my wife to work and back without discomfort. The outdoors, which is usually my escape, felt out of reach. And spending too much time in the apartment? That’s a recipe for depression to creep in.
I tried to keep my mind busy with small projects — reorganizing the car, cleaning gear, tinkering with future plans. But nothing replaces the feeling of being out there.
Then, just recently, something changed. I managed a 5-kilometer hike with little to no pain. It was a small win, but it felt huge. Was I finally getting the upper hand again? I hope so. Because for me, getting outside isn’t optional — it’s therapy. Doctor’s appointment this week will reveal if I’m actually getting ahead on the feet issue.