Post-hike epilogue.

[roseembolism]

Following my 6.1 hike up Stevens Creek/Coyote Ridge trail with deirdremoon , I got dinner, went home, developed the shakes and fever, had a bath, drank tons of liquids, and crawled into bed.  Today, I'm not to bad.  My knees and hips are OK, suprising given how they were complaining last night, and I'm mainly dealing with some muscle aches and pains...like my chest.  I guess I'm not used to panting that much.

It was a beautiful hike though: I got to see deer, and birds, and some really beautiful misty scenery.  I got to chat with deirdremoon while hiking about everything and nothing, which is something I just don't get to do as often as I'd like.

I also got to see just how hard I can push myself when I need to;  I have a long way to go before I'm as fit as I want to be, but I did do better than I thought I would, and I did finish the hike.  And being able to continue when my body is telling me that I absolutely have to stop is a feeling I had almost forgotten.

It's a good thing to remember.