After hiking 15 painfully excruciating miles (3 miles more than planned) and gaining 4,100 unbearable feet of elevation (700 more than anticipated), I arrived at my shelter for the evening. Here is where I had to take a hard look at myself and evaluate why I was really out here. What did I have to prove? What was the point of this if it was causing me so much pain and discomfort? Would anyone care if I didn’t finish what I started? Really?! I’m going to quit after only two days because my legs hurt? Needless to say, I was in a place where I needed to reevaluate my intentions. Thankfully, I had help putting things in perspective, and it came in the form of a dog named Jake.
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