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Up in the hills after a long day of walking, my feet hurt. A lot. Not the usual blister hurt, but a throbbing soreness that pressed against the balls of both my feet. Were my boots wrong? Or had I just become a tenderfoot office gal?
In any case,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my feet hurt, and I had a lot of walking to do, starting with a creek crossing in freezing water.
In spite of the glorious surrounds, the rain having stopped, and the brekkie warm and yummy, I was not in the best of moods.
My boots were off, the stream was bracing, and every step was on slimy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], slippery rocks that hurt my tender tootsies.
There was nowhere to go
Why are there always super happy people around when you are grumbly?!
Nothing like a few aches and pains to spoil your enthusiasm.
“This sucks. My feet hurt. Stupid boots. This is Rob's fault. He left me behind. I feel so alone. I am stuck all by myself out in this stupid river.”
The inner dialogue went something like this:
So Rob,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], ever Mr Happiness, bounced across the river leaving me to fend for myself.