July 24, 2017
My legs had very bad cramps. “Yeah, whatever,” you say. “HTFU.”
So I did. But the cramps had started at the first water crossing on Big Sycamore Canyon and got worse. “Yeah, whatever,” you say. “HTFU.”
So I did. And they spread to both legs. “Yeah, whatever,” you say. “We don’t care about your menstrual cramps.”
As John Middleton passed me in a cloud of dirt and filth and sweat and grunting, he said, “Come on, Seth.”
“Come where?” I asked. “How much longer is this fucking road?” I silently thank...