For the past week I have labored over all of the final preparations for my PCT hike. I finished preparing 104 dehydrated dinners which were added to two dozen different resupply boxes. I was meticulous. I counted calories per day, miles per day, and calories per ounce. They say the devil is in the details, and it’s true. The details became overwhelming, and the stress began to accumulate on my shoulders. Slowly stress began to make my body ache, and naturally, doubt joined the party. How could I hike from Mexico to Canada if I’m achy before I even start. The odds seem stacked against me from the beginning.
Luckily, Love over comes Doubt every time.