Hiking along today my legs were tired and my spirit was weak. I simply could not get off to a reasonable pace. I need to get off the trail and recharge my internal batteries I thought as I slugged along for my 2nd slow day. Along the way I managed to slip and slide into a creek. for a moment my poles trapped my hands and my pack held me horizontal as I struggled to my now wet feet. I put on dry socks in the morning but no more. I threw my pole, and dragged my weary body up the back hoping no one saw my flop. As I approached the 1000 mile mark I simply sat down called my trail son and quietly ate a spam and peanut butter sandwich. Do I have anything left in the tank for the next 1000?