The Inca Trail saga continued this week with the challenge of juggling the demands with work and family. While I didn’t make it to the gym for a single visit, I did manage to get out for a hike on five of seven days and a short jog/walk around the neighborhood. Only one day of total breakdown in training wasn’t too bad.
Okay, so it wasn’t a true hangover, but I did indulge in a little too much wine during the BBQ that I hosted to welcome my sister who flew in for a visit. When I hit the steep incline on my usual hike, I felt a bit queasy. I soldiered on and to my surprise and delight, the feeling passed. Useful information, given that some of the symptoms of altitude sickness mirrors a hangover.
My other success was getting my pack weight up to twelve pounds—the amount I’ll be hefting up the trail. On Monday, I added Stephen King’s 11/22/63. On Tuesday, I shoved in Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol. The weight adds a new level of difficulty.
Sunday included a scary fall as I hydroplaned on loose rocks. I rolled my ankle, but managed to prevent a catastrophe (aka a sprained ankle). Overall, I was pleased with my Week 2 progress.