After so many trails walked my boot’s worn out soles broke. They lasted more than was reasonable to expect, I could no ask for regeneration.
My poor dear legs, after a day walking for 8-10 hours, are weary and worn out too. In the evening, after an early dinner, I lay on the rest pad and, while rewinding images from the day, paths, cols climbed, I feel a pleasant of tingling in muscles and joints. It looks like a process of regeneration and repair is in progress. I feel like if an army of little men, maintenance people, are working intensely to substitute injured parts, repair damages, lubricate articulations. Thanks to their job, those weary legs tomorrow will walk and trot happily again among pines and rhododendrons. This ability to regenerate is amazing, isn’t it?