In the meantime, I had coaxed one over with a handful of grass. I took off my sweatshirt and used it as a makeshift rope to keep the horse from running off. I was at least hoping it would keep the horse from running off because I really didn't want to lose my sweatshirt. Eventually my mom returned and told me to turn the horse loose. Apparently the owners let the horses out of the pasture to roam where they want to (I know, the B-52's song is stuck in my head now too). As a horse person, this is pretty much ridiculous. There are countless things that could happen to a horse when it's pastured let alone wandering aimlessly in areas you have no control over. But I can appreciate the horses' desire to roam because that's part of what lead to this back packing business in the first place.
We continued on our way and visited a couple more neighborhood horses (who were appropriately paddocked) before turning around to head back. I was having very little issue with the muscle injury. There wasn't really any pain involved, just issue with the muscle being tired quickly- a consequence of not being used for a while I imagine.
Eventually we came to the long hill we had to climb to get home. The photo doesn't do the hill justice, as it looks almost flat, but believe me, it's a big hill. And I know it doesn't compare to hills out on the AT, but I haven't climbed anything in a month and hills cause the most pain with my injury.
I managed to make it with only a couple of breaks and I was pleased that the problems I had seemed to be due to lack of conditioning. Once I get my muscle strength built up, I might actually be okay.
Even this morning I felt okay. My piriformis muscle is a little tight, but it was much better after some stretching, which I plan to do a few times throughout the day.
Things are looking a little more hopeful.