After doing Tongariro I was sure it would be a repeat performance. Life is just loaded with surprises though, because I've barely been sore at all. Some stiffness sure, but nothing even worth complaining about. Instead what Josh and I have both been experiencing is insatiable, all-consuming hunger. For days. It doesn't matter how much I eat, my stomach feels like an empty ravenous pit. I have breakfast; 5 minutes later I'm ready for another meal. It's crazy. I've probably been harder on my body than my muscles are letting on.
And if I don't wind up spending this week's entire paycheck on beef jerky, I'll consider it a bonus.