We had packed a serious snack feast since we were missing the snack day celebrations (some of you may know this as the superbowl) and armed with cheese and sunbeams we picked a route.
After discussing that high mileage walks take too long to spend time driving to a destination we left straight from Carries front door and headed toward Chollas Lake making a loop up through Rolando then on toward Lake Murray. I was lagging behind, but there were quite a few hills and it's not unusual for me to fall behind when there's a lot of rise to our walks.
I kept pulling at my pack, feeling like something wasn't right and I needed to adjust it. I had a lot of pain in my shoulder and my feet were getting sore which I thought was just shoes. I tried another pair of the same style in a tamer color. But nothing seemed to help and my hips were starting to hurt and we were only 5 miles in with 11 left to go. I looked up and saw that Carrie and Jo'l were far ahead of me and I was losing ground fast, but we were on level ground, it made no sense.
When we got to the turnaround point I stopped for water and they both looked at me and immediately came to the conclusion that I had caught the trash can plague. Fever, headache, full body pain, that's it in a nutshell. We stopped for the snack feast and I picked at it, unable to find an appetite even though everything we brought was peak snacking.
From there I called Sean and sent him a pin on Google Maps so that he could come pick me up. I knew that there was no way I could walk back to Carries place even though it was closer than finishing the entire days miles. I walked with Carrie and Jo'l to the turnoff and they left for Cowles Mountain and I proceeded to go home and sleep for the next 3 days.
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