I'm Alive and Showered
I survived the Grand Canyon. 33 miles......can you believe that? What the hell was I thinking? Was it worth it?.......Hmmmm......sorta kinda. I mean.....yes - I felt some sort of accomplishment.......some sort of achievement.........and yes - I'm proud of myself. But never ever again will I bust my ass the way I did this weekend.
I had to hike 10 miles going down........the tips of my toes were banging against the top of my hiking boots. Then the following day I saw this beautiful waterfall called the Moony Falls and decided to hike with the rest of the guys to see the Beaver Falls. Why Oh Why didn't I just stay with the rest of the girls and lay out and relax??? NOOOOOOO......I decided that I can "hang with the guys". I faced death 3 times......rock climbed, swung from rope, fell 5 feet onto a rock, busted the back of my knee, got pricked by cactus, sliced up by thorns, hang from chains behind a muddy waterfall, lose a toenail, and panick cried. Was it worth it????? Shit! Let's just say I'd never do that again. I didn't whine though. The guys thought for sure that I'd be the whining type........but after I busted my ass........all I said was, "Shit - That Sucks!" Then moved on. Why did I think I could do a difficult hike? Yeah - the guys said I was hardcore and that I was "One Crazy Bitch". But I think I'll save my crazy bitchness for the bedroom and not out in the thorny, cactus heaven, rock climbing, bootcamp busting hike.
Then after all that I had to hike 10 miles back up IN THE RAIN!!!! Life couldn't get worse. I was the last one to reach the top because I was limping along with my 75 lbs backpack. And when I finally got there.......the group was cheering me on and I just looked at them and gave them the finger. Aaaah FUCK YOU.......WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS SO DAMN CHEERY ABOUT!!!!
Well......I'm finally home. I showered. (By the way - no showers at the campsite and the nearest porto potty was 1/4 mile) I'm going for a massage in a couple of hours. I look like shit. I have cuts and bruises all over my body. And I got my period. So I look and feel ugly inside and out. Definitely not a good time to be a woman right now. There was however, one highlight about my trip...........I did make out with the cute gym instructor. I guess Tarzan needed his Jane out there in the wilderness.........but I sure felt like Zina.
"It's one thing to be confident and know you can do it. But it's another level to be scared and do it anyway."
- Lyle Bartelt
I had to hike 10 miles going down........the tips of my toes were banging against the top of my hiking boots. Then the following day I saw this beautiful waterfall called the Moony Falls and decided to hike with the rest of the guys to see the Beaver Falls. Why Oh Why didn't I just stay with the rest of the girls and lay out and relax??? NOOOOOOO......I decided that I can "hang with the guys". I faced death 3 times......rock climbed, swung from rope, fell 5 feet onto a rock, busted the back of my knee, got pricked by cactus, sliced up by thorns, hang from chains behind a muddy waterfall, lose a toenail, and panick cried. Was it worth it????? Shit! Let's just say I'd never do that again. I didn't whine though. The guys thought for sure that I'd be the whining type........but after I busted my ass........all I said was, "Shit - That Sucks!" Then moved on. Why did I think I could do a difficult hike? Yeah - the guys said I was hardcore and that I was "One Crazy Bitch". But I think I'll save my crazy bitchness for the bedroom and not out in the thorny, cactus heaven, rock climbing, bootcamp busting hike.
Then after all that I had to hike 10 miles back up IN THE RAIN!!!! Life couldn't get worse. I was the last one to reach the top because I was limping along with my 75 lbs backpack. And when I finally got there.......the group was cheering me on and I just looked at them and gave them the finger. Aaaah FUCK YOU.......WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS SO DAMN CHEERY ABOUT!!!!
Well......I'm finally home. I showered. (By the way - no showers at the campsite and the nearest porto potty was 1/4 mile) I'm going for a massage in a couple of hours. I look like shit. I have cuts and bruises all over my body. And I got my period. So I look and feel ugly inside and out. Definitely not a good time to be a woman right now. There was however, one highlight about my trip...........I did make out with the cute gym instructor. I guess Tarzan needed his Jane out there in the wilderness.........but I sure felt like Zina.
"It's one thing to be confident and know you can do it. But it's another level to be scared and do it anyway."
- Lyle Bartelt
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