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.
Castaway,
I came to your blog via the Trovert’s TJ. I have been following them and a few others as I hike vicariously through you until I can do my own thru.
For now, I section, but I may have the chance before too soon to do at least bigger sections until I can try to do the whole thing at one time.
I will probably be reading your whole blog now since I have found it.
I love this post, but I don’t think you lost six months of your life. I think you used it in a way that few ever realize is possible.
Congrats on finishing your thru and maybe one day we will meet on a trail somewhere.
Hike on,
Jefe
(Joe)