My Camino has gone North

First of all, on April 25, I fell and broke a rib. I fell while getting up out of my recliner and landed on a toddler-size rocker made of wood, very. hard. wood. So what have I been doing since then? For the most part, lying around on drugs while my husband tore the rug out our living room and dining room, and then painted the dining room and kitchen. It looks amazing! - and that is not the drugs talking. I've slowly, frustratingly slowly, gotten better. Physically, that is.
When I fell, it seemed that all my excitement for the Camino broke with my rib. I didn't care any more. I realized I wouldn't be having the Camino I was expecting to have up until then. I had to make some changes.
With advice from my mentor, and a discussion with my husband, I decided to walk the Camino del Norte. This was the one I originally was going to do, and then changed to Camino Frances so I could do the more traditional, or common, one. The northern Camino doesn't have the extreme walk over the Pyrenees, nor does it have the crowds that Frances has.
Today I walked with the American Pilgrims on the Camino, Puget Sound Chapter - eight miles around South Seattle. It was difficult at first, then I felt really good. And being around fellow peregrinos was uplifting. I feel better now!
I've one week to go. Time to get in gear, literally.