Overdoing it at Wallace Falls

View of Middle FallsMiddle Falls at Wallace Falls State Park

“Hey Everybody, Come join me on a hike up Wallace Falls!” That was how it started, a friendly invitation to my SigO from an old friend.

It struck me that the Wallace Falls trail would be an opportunity to train for elevation gain, preparation I would need for the Camino hike. A decade ago I had climbed the path from bottom to top quite often. I recalled having been in good shape at the time, but since we’d been training consistently for three months, I thought we were reasonably well prepared. Besides, sooner or later I would need to take on real world elevation gain.

Just for the record, my one hour treadmill workouts reach up to 15% grade. They have become incrementally difficult as I have started the VO2 – VCO2 workout. The rewards have been tangible and perhaps more so, reassuring. The weight loss was progressing and I was getting stronger and more fit for the walk.
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Treadmills are not hiking trails. I’d recognized the difference during previous hiking binges. The climb up the trail to Wallace Falls was confirmation and reminder of this observation. It should be noted that we made it to the Middle Falls. The Upper Falls will have to wait for the next time out.

I can’t begin to put into words the tiredness of the body and overall achiness resulting from that hike. Even as I lay in bed in the evening, my legs and feet throbbed. The pulsing moving randomly from one to foot to another and then a calf or thigh and back around. No part was spared from protest of overexertion. In an act of desperation, I took aspirin at bedtime and again at 3 AM. Finally at 5:30 AM, awakened by my SigO who wanted me to rub his back, I recommended 600 mg Advil. We each took one and finally fell into restful sleep.

As I sit here having just taken another Advil, I recognize two things. The journey begins when you decide to make it. I have a long way to go before I get to St John Pied de Port but I can walk around the world if I take one step after another.