... but it helped me to change my perspective on comfort. When you hike around 1,700 metres of elevation gain (and loss — it's the elevation loss that really got me down) on average each day for eight days, with access to a warm shower only twice (the alternative is showering under a melting glacier waterfall), lounging on the couch watching shows, swiping on dating apps and eating all day doesn't seem like a waste of time anymore, but rather valuable time for myself. After all, a little dementia-causing attention switching never killed anyone, did it? For the rest of the summer, I'll be working, sleeping, eating and running.
... but during the trip, I realised that food is truly fuel and that I need to eat plenty if I want to stay healthy and active. The lack of high-quality food (and food in general as we only passed the villages a few times so we lived off nuts, dried fruits, instant oats and soups) brought my energy levels down.
...but my ego is now thriving and I applied for a 35k trail run. The logic behind is that if I'm able to hike 20k per day with lots of elevation gain and loss and 15 kilos on my back, I can for sure run 35k with 1200 metres elevation gain. Wish me luck for Septembre. I'll need it.
...but it also taught me that I can hold my pee for much longer than one might think. When I was freezing in a damp sleeping bag — we got caught in a hailstorm on day three, and nothing was dry for the rest of the trip as my backpack cover was too small — I refused to get out of the tent, which was taped together and barely holding up, as I didn't want to freeze while peeing in front of a pack of curious mountain goats.
...but it made me realise that I don't want to die just yet. When I slipped dangerously a few times, only one thought was on my mind: I have to get home. On that note, I also realised that I actually like living with my mum and dad. At heart, I'm still a little girl craving her parents' hugs in stressful situations.
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