PCT mile 142/2650
I crawled into camp at 6:30pm.
I ask Shaker: “What’s wrong with me? Why am I going so slowly? I think I need to reduce mileage?”
Shaker is a tall, strongly built German guy in his early 20s. “I’m knackered too. It was a hard day today,” he replies.
Later Jacob and Nicole, a young Chek couple come into camp.
“Those last 5 miles were a killer!” groans Nicola as she drops her back pack to the ground.
And my spirit leaps.
In the nicest possible way – I’m so happy they suffered too.
I find it so easy to internalise and personalise difficulty. I blame my body, my strength, my strategy. Actually it was just a really hard 21 mile day with crazy assents, gnarly river crossings and tree hopping.
No need for psychological drama!