Beach rambling

Those are my chicken legs. I’m currently trying to relax at Jones Beach State Park. The ocean is not on the A.T. I’ve loved the ocean since I was young, im going to miss it this summer. I have about 2 weeks max before I depart for maine to begin my sobo. I’m worried. I’ve compiled a short list about what.

(The following is definitely TL/DR territory, skip to the end of this giant run on)

I’m worried about bears, blisters, norovirus, ticks, West Nile virus, East Nile virus, menningitis, encephalitis, hantavirus, cannibal mountain men, alien abduction, chafing, widow maker branches, hypothermia, heat stroke, falling rocks, bees, getting lost, rabid raccoons, breaking something, Sprains, plantar fasscitis, lightning, falling off a cliff, leprechauns, you get the picture.

On a more realistic note, I worry about whether I have enough money to finish. I’m trying to do this for under 3 grand. I’m worried that I’m too old and arthritic. My legs always ache.

My goal is to quit smoking the day I arrive at Baxter state park. I’m pretty sure there are no smoke shops between Mt. Katahdin, the 100 mile wilderness and the town of Monson. Going to quit caffeine too. If that means I’ll be hallucinating talking Starbucks cups offering me menthols, so be it. What’s life without challenges?

The last of my gear has arrived. I hope I’ve made wise choices. Still contemplating food. Finding shoes took me about 5 days alone. I’ve registered my trek on hikefor. I’m hoping that since I’m walking for 2 charities, it will give me extra drive.

I’m afraid to let go and accept the fact I might fail.