I lost 40 pounds, three toenails, and I guess you could say, six months of my life.

I still walk like a baby deer when I first get up.

My foot still hurts and so does my knee.

The bottoms of my feet are numb and my digestive system seems to be all out of whack.

No matter how much sleep I get, I still feel tired much of the day.

My favorite shoes – even when I go to the store – are my crocs.

In the store I actually passed up a tube of toothpaste because it was too heavy.

I still crave fluff-a-nutter sandwiches and Snicker bars, but I can’t stand the thought of raman noodles or tuna.

I don’t wear anything synthetic, preferring instead the soft feel of cotton.

If you watched me walk across the parking lot you would wonder how in the world I walked 2,184 miles.

With all the pain, all the trouble, and all the suffering, I wouldn’t trade my hike on the AT for anything. It was the greatest and best thing I have ever done.