Left to right: Allie Garcia, Me sitting on my buttocks, Daniel Buffington, and
Michael My Team Captain (not sure what pose he was going for here.
Taking off the fingerless gloves I've been wearing up to this point reveals
some nice blistering and a severe case of pruning. I ditch the gloves
Another 15 miles to get to the Cuero checkpoint. The river is widened and slow. There really are not any paddlers around on this stretch. It’s the point in the race where it changes from more of a physical challenge to more of a mental game. Trying to balance everything becomes a chore. I have to constantly remind myself every 45 minutes to an hour to eat something. Clif bars have dominated my diet so far and continue to be the choice. They are the one item I have, I know my body always does well with. That and I have about 70 of them. The best part about eating them is that every hour I eat one, I free up a little weight from my load. At checkpoints I treat myself to a bagel with a scoop of peanut butter slammed in between the two pieces.
The franken foot. My left foot and ankle begin to swell.