After 12.4 miles today I feel absolutely spent, mentally and physically. Though I punished myself with perseverance through fatigue and soreness, I feel better indoctrinated to the life of wandering. Already my mind is honed to a life of solitude and introspection. Every shade and hue is better defined under patient eyes and the sunshine is friendlier to weary minds.
At first I was frustrated upon stumbling into a full shelter—occupied by boisterous and slothish southerners. And coincidentally, one of the 8 spaces was claimed by a man from Perth, Australia in the midst of the Georgia AT.. But after time to relax and a wonderful dinner prepared by mom, I left accepting and perfectly happy with my circumstances. Sometimes hard days make good evenings.
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