Ok, 13 miles after 17 miles = a whole lot of suckitude. My feet held up just fine, but the rest of me? Not so much.
I'm not sure what I did between last night and around 4 am, but I woke up then with ropy pain behind my right knee--ligaments or tendons, I'm not sure--and by this morning it was a clusterfuck of "do I walk or not?"
I loaded up on Naprosyn and walked. And at 5 miles I was sucking down Motrin.
At 7 I sat down on the first bench I could find for a few minutes.
Then at 8 miles., because my hips were joining in on the whining.
And at 9, thanks to my back.
Took a break at ten.
Sat down at 11.5...and then shuffled the rest of the way home. I walked slowly all day; it took me about 40 minutes longer than it should have, and I spent a good part of the day wondering how the hell I'll be able to do two 20 mile days, much less three.
But...I'm hoping for pain free days on the walk. My feet should be all right--the socks seem to be just what I needed--and I'll have adrenaline and a goal to walk towards.
But still, today? It sucked hard and every step I took was lead-weighted with doubt. It was not my best day, not by a long shot.