I'm awake at 3am to go pee for the third time since collapsing at 9pm the previous nite. It wasn't just the urge to pee that woke me up, but the realization that Peter and I would be embarking on our voyage in about six months. A half a year to prepare for a 4-6 week trip seems like plenty of time, doesn't it? Yet, I try to start filling in the holes with what needs to be done and the time slots become scarce.
Besides the paddles to create from blanks of western red cedar, the Tesla to prep, the gear to purchase and learn to use, the biggest time such lurking in my mind is the necessity to get my body prepared.
I still am able to work hard for a guy that is woefully out of shape, yet this picture taken today with my mom is a clear indicator my river DeNile is running strong. I could list the reasons, sure. A quick calculation, though, tells me I don't have enough time.
I don't do well with prescriptive regimens generally. They tend to fall apart on day two. Still, things have got to change.
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