Mile 143, sandy hill-beach
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| In the San Jacinto hills |
Fear of injury is a funny thing. As I log some of the biggest miles I've ever done, there's this niggling voice that crops up every time a new pain or soreness comes on. The trail is rough on feet and joints, and I've heard that overuse injuries are usually what pull people off the trail. Talking with Liam about it this morning gave me some relief knowing that he was feeling the same way. This feels like a good pace to us, and either walking more or taking a break has worked well so far. Plus, some pain is expected; we're still adjusting to walking 20 miles per day as a norm.
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| New reading material from the hiker free box! |
As each new little pain comes and goes (or stays), I'm starting to trust in my body more. I've got to stay in tune with what's going on in here, then hopefully major problems won't seem so mysterious and looming. I'm always kind of amazed at what we're capable of.
On a different note, there was uproar in gypsy town when we realized the water tank at mile 137 was contaminated with wooorms. Tuneboost (Colin) found "Myrtle" squirming around when he held up his water bag. Panic insued, but not for me. I filter all my water unless there's a sign saying that I don't need to. hah!
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