I rolled around as much as I could to try and position myself to get the cramp to go away. Nothing was working. I decided to go outside and walk around until it went away. The only problem with that plan is I didn't know how to get out of the tent. I gingerly crawl to the zipped entrance of the tent and search for the zipper while trying to hold back tears (when I first wake up I don't have the processing power to compose my manly behaviors, so yes, I was really on the verge of bawling). After groping blindly for about half a minute I find the zipper and get the flap open. What was waiting for me at the end of the tent was another tent opening that was zipped up. This was the rain cover. I felt like screaming in anger/agony/frustration as I start another search for another zipper. This is a puzzle that I did not finish. The pain in my leg intensified and I decided to crawl under the opening of the flaps and out to freedom. I stuck my arms underneath and I drug myself under this staked down fabric. I stood up and walked around for a minute before the cramp went away. I went to the car and grabbed my bottles of water and Power Ade. I drank for five minutes off and on before I sat down and tested out the leg to make sure it was okay to be bent. It was sore but the cramp did not return. So I returned to the tent (through the flap, not via army crawl )and checked the time. 10:42. I wasn't even asleep for two hours... It took almost another hour to get back to sleep.
Love is all you need! So where did I leave you? Oh yeah. My fatal mistake. We spent almost five hours walking in and around the canyon. I did very well drinking water on the way down to our resting point and on the way back up. Afterwards... water just slipped my mind. We went into the town called Williams to get supplies for the weekend. No water was consumed. We were all pretty tired from the hike we took. Add that on top of the 3-4 hours of sleep we got the night before and at nine pm local time my brain was succumbing to the needs of sleep. Margaux had already retired for the night so I crawled into the tent and stretched out for a well deserved coma. What seemed to be hours later my eyes snap open. It's pitch black all around me and there is excruciating pain emanating from my right quad. It took about five seconds to realize that my leg had locked up with a cramp.
I rolled around as much as I could to try and position myself to get the cramp to go away. Nothing was working. I decided to go outside and walk around until it went away. The only problem with that plan is I didn't know how to get out of the tent. I gingerly crawl to the zipped entrance of the tent and search for the zipper while trying to hold back tears (when I first wake up I don't have the processing power to compose my manly behaviors, so yes, I was really on the verge of bawling). After groping blindly for about half a minute I find the zipper and get the flap open. What was waiting for me at the end of the tent was another tent opening that was zipped up. This was the rain cover. I felt like screaming in anger/agony/frustration as I start another search for another zipper. This is a puzzle that I did not finish. The pain in my leg intensified and I decided to crawl under the opening of the flaps and out to freedom. I stuck my arms underneath and I drug myself under this staked down fabric. I stood up and walked around for a minute before the cramp went away. I went to the car and grabbed my bottles of water and Power Ade. I drank for five minutes off and on before I sat down and tested out the leg to make sure it was okay to be bent. It was sore but the cramp did not return. So I returned to the tent (through the flap, not via army crawl )and checked the time. 10:42. I wasn't even asleep for two hours... It took almost another hour to get back to sleep.
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Exhale On Thursday one of my friends came up with a bright idea to venture to Runyon Canyon in the Hollywood hills. Sounded like a great idea! I had never been, but I've heard a few people mention it as a fun little trek. So we set the date for Friday morning for Chris, myself, and four or five other people to meet at 10:00 am to make the trip. Unfortunately some work business and traffic got in the way of Chris and my plans so we didn't get to the canyon till 11. Chris called the leader of the group and they were already en route to the top so we rushed into the park and tried to catch up. What we didn't know is that there were two different paths you could take to the top. Neither way is easy from a general perspective but one is easier than the other. If you don't know me by now, my life always defaults to the most difficult of choices, so Chris and I started hiking up the hill to the right. We missed the path to the left that was just a very long, windy, uphill road to the top. It started out pretty easy. So easy in fact that I began thinking to myself that we would catch up to the other group in no time! After a minute of upward walking my lungs started burning. I told Chris that I was confident in making it all the way. I was in for the surprise of my day once we turned the corner... |
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