Yesterday evening, as I was nearing my fourteenth mile of the day (the 94 degree heat is no joke), I had an epiphany. I stopped at the next pay phone and had cousin Elizabeth pick me up. At five days and fifty miles (just short of Holly Hill on hwy 176) I'd gotten what I wanted to out of the hike.
Suffice it to say that I'm a bit embarrassed to say that I've stopped after so short a time, but, simply put, it would have been stupid for me to continue on. I've been so concentrated on getting this trip going that it didn't dawn on me that what I wanted to get out of it (learning how to push myself), I'd already accomplished in the past four years (and particularly last year). Instead of taking another year in exile and missing out on the various important events that occurred with friends and family, I'm ready to settle in to my life again. I don't need a year on the road to be sure of that.
P.S. To those who inquired as to the availability of the pistol should some misfortune befall me: As that isn't the only time that I'm going to go on a hike or have an adventure, I'm sure that there's still a reasonable shot that I can get eaten by a bear sometime in the future.
P.P.S. Plus I really, really, really wanted to booze it up at the USC vs Troy football game this weekend.
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