What I Carry, What I Notice
We were a few miles in when I saw her. She wasn’t collapsed or panicked just standing still next to another woman, on the phone, not moving. Something about her stillness made me pause. I turned the music off and stopped.
“Are you okay?” I asked. She said yes, but I asked again. “Did you eat? Bring water?” She hadn’t. I opened my bag, pulled out a GU, and handed it to her. I showed her mine. “I just had one too. You’re good.”
She took it and smiled. “What’s your name?” she asked. I told her, and she thanked me.
It wasn’t dramatic. Just human. But it reminded me why I carry what I carry. Sometimes you don’t need anything, until suddenly, you do.
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What I Carry
Here’s what I keep in my bag most trail days, even if I don’t always use it. It’s for me, but sometimes, like that day, it’s also for someone else.
Backpack (for walking I use it without the bladder)
Coach Formie’s Pink net backpack
Preferred salty snack, right now, its sour gummy strips
Preferred real fruit
And sometimes, nuts for the squirrels
The Build Continues
We’re officially at 6 miles now, sometimes flat, sometimes steep. We’ve moved back into alternating between trail walking and hiking again, building smart, pushing higher. I reached 5 miles on a recent hike and only felt it hard a few times. That’s progress. That’s build. It’s more than yesterday.
It doesn’t always have to hurt to count. Sometimes it just needs to happen.
What I Know
Hydration matters. Fuel matters. Knowing your own limits matters. So does paying attention to your body, to your surroundings, to others. That day, I noticed. That day, I was glad I packed what I packed. And maybe next time, someone else will stop for me.
Gear that Keeps Me Moving
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