Twelve Miles. Fourteen miles and seven short of twenty one miles. Darn

I walked 14 miles today in a quest to walk 22.

My big walk was cut short by 7 miles after 14. I got pretty sick at mile 7 and by mile 10, I had zero energy left.
Next year, I will try again. I have never walked 14 miles before, so there’s that. Disappointed but not discouraged.

Maybe my prep was bad. Perhaps only doing 12 last week was not enough, and that 2 extra miles might have helped.

The backpack should have weighed more during my training. I went from around 6 to 20 pounds. The trails cambered toward the river, so I was walking on my good hip and felt off-balance.

So, old boomer stroke Dude has some things to work on. Still, it was a beautiful morning.

It wasn’t an epic failure and I am thinking of another fundraiser before the end of the year. Hopefully it will go better than this did. Projectile vomiting on the side of the trail is not pretty.