Broken Ankle

About a week and a half ago I injured my ankle, I hoped at first it would just be a sprain but later found out it was broken. Although the physical pain has been unfortunate the primary struggle has been mental. In the last several years I have always been a person whose happiness has been tied into activity and fitness. I have also had many bouts with injuries. A few surgeries, a seemingly endless run of physical therapy and most recently post concussion syndrome, mostly all due to playing baseball. In these times of forced inactivity I seem to fall into lull and become so unproductive to the point where I never leave my house. Although my walk across america is only 150 days away, sitting here unable to walk for the forseeable future it seems like a lifetime away. The stress in my head builds up knowing everything I need to do before March 1st, and not being able to do them. I feel the clock ticking down. All of the optimism I have built up that is required to take on a journey of this length has turned to doubt. I know that everything is going to be okay eventually, but when lying on a couch all day with your foot propped up in the air, you have a dangerous amount of time to over think things. I know that im not where I want to be, but I do know I am not where I was during similar circumstances of my past. Anytime the questions and the doubt appear in my mind and thoughts of not attempting this walk, I ask myself "Do you want your life to continue to be what it is now"? The answer is always no. That is something that will not change unless I do something about it.