Part 2 + Part 2
After we crossed the Colorado River, we approached Phantom Ranch.
The KoB made his Pepperoni Burritos.
And after just a few minutes, we were back on the trail.
It was at this point that I hit my first low of the day. Having that pack filled with water for the first time felt like I was lugging around a gorilla on my back. And not only that, we were running more during this stretch (because we could) and having that heavy pack on me, I felt VERY bogged down.
I tried to put it out of my head and keep plugging away, but man... it was a grind.
It was also a long stretch to the next water spicket, so I knew we would be traveling for awhile without much stopping.
Melissa started checking in with me at this point and I was just kind of mentally a mess. I felt like I was falling behind. I felt like I couldn't keep up with the guys. I had this overwhelming feeling that we were trying to "make up time" from the descent and while... we probably were and rightfully so, I just internalized that into stress.
I finally shook it off after a couple miles and told myself to buck up and get over myself. For chrissakes, I was IN THE MOTHERFUCKING GRAND CANYON... ENJOY IT!
Once I got over my little pity party and started feeling better mentally... I magically started feeling better physically, as well. Doh. Unfortunately, during my little bitch phase, I had stopped taking care of myself physically... I had stopped eating... wasn't drinking enough... and was setting myself up for some dire times ahead.
FORESHADOW-Y CLIFFHANGER. You're welcome.