It’s Thursday. Last night I slept like a rock. Yesterday, Wednesday, I had worked all day at the shop cutting hair, and it was slammed from open to close. So, I was on my feet from 11am to 8:30pm. Not usually a problem, but I literally rolled into town at 10am that morning from my hike in GA.
The drive home was pretty uneventful, but if you know anything about hiking, it isn’t until the next day when you feel the pain. Tuesday morning started out with a trip to Walmart to buy new pants and underwear, thank you gushing vagina, and Tuesday’s ride home, I spent sitting in my vehicle with my muscles in atrophy. Every time I would get out to go pee or gas up, my legs were stiff as a board. I looked like some old person with a limp for each leg. I’d like to say I enjoyed the ride home, but I think that would be the farthest from the truth. Having my period and being stiff is no way to cover 650 miles. I survived though. I always do.
So, normally it doesn’t take an entire 24 hours to make that trip, but I made several stops along the way to eat and chill and wake the legs up. Plus, I took a nap somewhere north of Tampa. I got back on the road in a panic at 7am just hoping I hadn’t left too late to get into work on time. All was good though. I literally rolled in at 10 and showered and headed to work. Not my preference, but you do what you have to do.
I have to say, aside from a blister here or there on my feet and legs being stiff, I physically felt pretty good for having had walked 25 miles in the mountains the day before. I’m surprised my body didn’t rebel more, but all good.
