Have you ever bitten off more than you can chew? That's pretty much how I live my life.
Case in point:
Wilderness Heals. A three day hike in the beautiful White Mountains of NH for a cause that means a lot to me.
It's a fundraiser for the Elizabeth Stone House (please donate HERE), an organization that supports women who are experiencing abuse, homelessness and/or addiction.
I love the wilderness. I love hiking. I love the opportunity to be part of a solution. Sign me up!
Understandably all participants need to do at least one training hike before the three day weekend.
I signed up for three hikes. Then my dad unexpectedly passed away and, well, you know. Anyway, I was only able to make one.
I was told it was a more challenging hike than the other two but hell, I'll give it a shot. How hard can it be? Famous last words.
Ten miles. Four thousand feet up. Four thousand feet down. While carrying a gallon and a half of water and other necessities in a back pack. Holy. Sh*t.
Kudos to the other women on the hike who seemed to breeze through it as I was having an epiphany: "life is challenging enough. I don't need to make it any more challenging."
We completed the task. Made it out of the woods alive and unharmed. And though I couldn't sit on the toilet for two days afterwards because my quads hurt so much, it was worth it.(?)
And I'll be ready for the three day in a couple weeks. Though I did request the least challenging hikes for all three days. I'm hoping there is such a thing.
Here's a few pictures: