Saturday, June 29, 2013

Snapshot: Week 3

Snapshot: Week Three
My body doesn't hurt, except for the pain in my right foot and it's blister. I wakebleary eyed after only five hours of sleep and for a moment contemplate whether I really want to continue. I think of the 43ish miles ahead and it seems impossible. Finally, I sit up and befin to pack: challenge accepted. 
I am outof the desert! I can't believe that J havecome so far. Walking into Kennedy Meadows I was sobbing... 
I am enjoying the beauty of the trail and the aErobic meditation of the miles. 
12 miles north of KM the blister on mu right heel popped.
I am excited for the Sierra, but terrified by their diffculty.
Once again in the mountains where i am happy, whole and at home it was easy to forget my mission and just walk through the beauty surrounding me.
The Sierra was tough. But I did it. I feel empowered now. That if I can climb Pinchot, Mather, and Muir passes in one day I can surely continue on in this journey, as well as take on difficult challenges in life.
Scary moments in the Sierra: feeling my heart pounding my abdomen while climbing Glen Pass. Chest pains climbing Muir. Thankfully, they were just sore pectorals.

Snapshot: week 2

Snapshot: Week Two

My legs ache less, although pain still shoots from pirifprmis to ankle alomg my left sciatic nerve once in a while. Thankfully, theyno longer keep me awke. My feet still ache. The last ten miles of theday are agonizing. The blisters continue to grow. I hobbled around the best western at cajon pass on the sides because the pads were to tender to walk on. As the week passed I became less focusedon pain and beganto really enjoy jiking. On day 11 at thesaufleys i eized the pads of my feet were fine and i was walking normally. I also weighed myself-down10 lbs. that's a pound a day, and idon't have 50 more to lose. The heat still has my appetite surpressed. I take in abt 3,500 callries a day. No where near what i am even burning, much less need. Though it's hard to eat, my thoughts are preoccupied with food: avkcado one erythinh, a scott jurek canbage salad drowned in red curry peanut sauce, a half pound salmon steak, Ras' bbq tempeh... I am craving fat and protein because myacro nutrients are skewed, not to mention mu body is ready dipping heavily into stores. 
On the last day of the week, as50mph headwinds had me frozen midstride in the Mojave; rihht knee drivingup, left foot firmly planted, waiting forthe weint on mu back to break the tie nd propel me forwle, i ft the wet warmth and blessed release from pain that accompanied the rupture of the enormous nlister on my left foot. Gravity won and i plunged forward toward a new week and a new challenge- keepin the blister free of infection.

Snapshot: week 1

A snapshot of life the first week of a record attempt. My day starts at 5 am. I will walk all day at 3 mph, stoppinv only to get water, dump sand from my shoes or such. Each stop lasts but a few minutes. I walk until the miles pile up, intil night falls and my headlamp comes out, until the acjing in my feet and legs seems unbearable. The last miles i am stumbling, tripping. Finally, I pitch my tent on whatever surface is availble. It may be flat, or not, or rock hard, but it is home for the next few hours. Inside I struggle to choke down a protein shake, my exhaustikn overrides my hunger. I peel socks off from blistered swollen feet. I crawl into my sleeping bag and prop my feet on my food bag. Pain , spasms, cramps, sharp cries that shoot along my nerves; my legs and feet make it hard for me to sleep. I clench my teeth against the jolts and wait for exhaustion to overcome me again. A few hours later, I am awakened by my alarm. Bleary eyed, I wish to go back to sleep, but thenI remember all who believe in me, everyone cheering me on. I think of the sticker on the back of my phone (Never, never, never give up) and the bracelet on my wrist (Nothing great is easy) and I sit up. Bolstered by my task and those who support me I have the courage to put my battered feet back in my worn out shoes and give 'er hell once again.