So, here’s the deal: I started hiking the Appalachian Trail thinking it would be all fresh air, pretty views, and a little bit of adventure. On day one, I was all pumped up, my backpack was perfectly packed, and I even took a selfie at the trailhead. Fast forward to day 171—my boots are falling apart, my knees creak like an old staircase, and I swear every bug in the state of Virginia has bitten me at least once. Honestly, I thought I’d get used to the aches and pains, but some days it feels like my body is staging a protest. I miss my soft bed, but I also can’t believe how far I’ve come. The views are still stunning, but now I notice every root and rock because my feet scream at me with every step. Here’s my question: for those of you who’ve done long hikes, how did you deal with the mental and physical burnout? Did you ever want to quit, and what kept you going? I’m torn between wanting to finish and wanting to just go home and soak in a hot bath for a week. Anyone else feel this way? Or am I just being a wimp? #AppalachianTrail #HikingLife #TrailStories #OutdoorAdventures #Over50Hiking #Travel