Hundred
I'm exhausted, I finally see a break in the trees up ahead. I have been walking for three days along the Appalachian trail. It had been 100 miles of trial and error, blisters, heat, and almost nothing going as planned. But seeing the trailhead lifted my dismal spirits knowing it was over and air conditioning, people, phone service, and most of all water and good food were waiting for me. I had hiked for three days straight, hiking eight hours a day at least, to make it here, and the feeling of accomplishment was enough for me to forget about my burning blisters, aching feet, and exhausted legs for a little while. So I strode out of the woods feeling as happy as could be, not caring, just knowing it was over, and not that it wasn’t fun but to be honest it was extremely wearying.
I got to my car, the weight of the last three days slid off my shoulders as I dropped my pack in the trunk. When I sat down in the driver's seat I soon realized that not all the weight was gone because all the troubles and mishaps along the way washed their way into my mind like a wave of weariness and pain finally collapsing. My tent pole breaking, the rain that got my stuff wet, the bear that scared me half to death, my knife bending, and even my soggy sandwich. I could deal with it, just knowing it was over was enough, knowing that I never had to go back and just wondering exactly what inspired me to go in the first place. Those were the better of the thoughts running through my head as I drove home in my wonderfully air conditioned car.
I'm exhausted, I finally see a break in the trees up ahead. I have been walking for three days along the Appalachian trail. It had been 100 miles of trial and error, blisters, heat, and almost nothing going as planned. But seeing the trailhead lifted my dismal spirits knowing it was over and air conditioning, people, phone service, and most of all water and good food were waiting for me. I had hiked for three days straight, hiking eight hours a day at least, to make it here, and the feeling of accomplishment was enough for me to forget about my burning blisters, aching feet, and exhausted legs for a little while. So I strode out of the woods feeling as happy as could be, not caring, just knowing it was over, and not that it wasn’t fun but to be honest it was extremely wearying.
I got to my car, the weight of the last three days slid off my shoulders as I dropped my pack in the trunk. When I sat down in the driver's seat I soon realized that not all the weight was gone because all the troubles and mishaps along the way washed their way into my mind like a wave of weariness and pain finally collapsing. My tent pole breaking, the rain that got my stuff wet, the bear that scared me half to death, my knife bending, and even my soggy sandwich. I could deal with it, just knowing it was over was enough, knowing that I never had to go back and just wondering exactly what inspired me to go in the first place. Those were the better of the thoughts running through my head as I drove home in my wonderfully air conditioned car.
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