my little training hike reminded me just how tough the trailwalker is going to be. burning lungs. helpless legs. screaming kneecaps.
just a quick reminder that mountains really don't give a crap how much i have trained or haven't trained. it doesn't matter that i was busy, doesn't matter that all my excuses are legitimate, the mountain's not going to be giving me feedback. (i don't think).
i wonder why these reminders didn't come a bit earlier, when i was feeling incredibly lazy and just decided things could wait. oh, now i remember. i chose not to remember.
reminders seem to have a habit of reminding us at the inopportune times.
