Sunday, September 25, 2022

alas

The evening finds me in my studio apartment. I decided not to go walking, which leaves me with two days to get in one last bit of training before the main event. 

I'm not worried about the distances I'll be walking on Jeju-do, but I am worried about how the difficult terrain (6 days of 17 rated "difficult") will sap my strength. The worst-case scenario is that I end up so beaten that I arrive at the end of the day's route extremely late—say, 5 or 6 p.m. In that event, I probably won't eat, but I can survive a day or two without eating, and without loss of energy thanks to all the fat stored on my body. As the Architect said in "The Matrix Reloaded," There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. That's me: Mr. Acceptable Levels of Survival Guy.

At AccuWeather, the day-by-day forecast is showing rain for Saturday (I'll be doing Course 4 that day: 19K and rated "difficult"). That might change, but it's a reminder to prepare for inclement weather. To that end, I'll be taking my poncho and jacket along. I'll still end up soaked, either from my own sweat or from the rain, but what the hell.

I had taken the leftovers from Friday's party and made up an American breakfast for me and JW to dine on after we got back from today's walk, but with no JW to partake, I'm sitting down to this meal alone. That's how it goes sometimes.



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