Surgery is done. Both knees have been repaired and I am going to get motivated on training as soon as they will bend. The whole ordeal with leaving the trail, coming home feeling defeated, and then the pain from the repairs really had me in a funk. I am thrilled that Shrek will be with me on my return to the trail. It was an odd feeling being without him. Don't get me wrong, it was nice not having to share someone's schedule and walking pace. Stop when I want. Just be completely selfish, but we have always been partners. It was difficult not sharing the views with him. It was odd not seeing him around the bend, sitting in the shade, waiting on me to amble up. It was weird not hearing him jokingly complain about my snoring and how it kept him up all night. So I guess that it was fate that had me leave the trail so that I could enjoy it, at a later date, with my life companion.