My new chiropractor says my problems started at birth.
I have a ventricular problem. My balance is a bit off-kilter. It's a brain thing. Right brain stem, to be exact.
"With all the injuries you've suffered, those injuries are sending signals to your right brain stem, telling certain muscles to contract. It's not a tumor, don't think brain tumor. It's something correctable, I'll have you do some brain exercises."
(OK, my eyes are glazed over at this point; I just want her to crack my back.)
On my way out of the Marble Mountain Wilderness Area, I got a foot caught in the boulder field. My pack went one way, my back the other. Tweak.
Starting Saturday, I'm in Wyoming for a 66-mile trek through the Wind River Range. With a 40-pound pack on my back.
Just crack my vertebrae. Please.
No need to be gentle. Get in there and work it. Work them babies, let me hear the snack, crackle, pop.
After the brain exercises (which, I must say, kinda worked).
While it is not 100 percent, I feel better.
I feel like I can handle the Winds.
And that's the point.
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