IF the next week my wife's check up (she got ran over by a car and broke her foot) will go well I MIGHT be able to hike during the weekend - only Sunday, only half day.
I'd never tell her because it's not her fault, but I feel like I've died inside a tiny bit during this month without hiking.
I went running or at the gym every day so it's not the exercise I've missed, it's the...I can't express it very well, but it could be the religiously delving into a forest, reaching a summit or being enthralled by the little things of the nature.
It's all of that. The preparation, the execution and the "after-taste", knowing I was there, up on a mountain.
Fingers crossed. I truly miss hiking.