This scrap of note was found in my draft bin. Just sticking it out there as a reminder of how I felt coming off the AZT.
Day 3, my last day on the Arizona Trail.
I unpacked my bags off the bike and was able to get my bike on my rack. I had to have help using my tie down straps. My hands were not functioning well. Hand strength was something of a sore subject. I didn’t have much in the ring and pinky department. Kendra had to thread the come-a-long strap so I could ratchet my bike in place. The previous night I had dumped my regular glasses on the trail so I was left with only sunglasses.
My fingernails were dinged up and needed cut. I didn’t have the strength to trim them. I had to put the trimmers on the counter and then insert a nail before pressing down with my palm. This got the job done but made for ugly nails. I had issues controlling my body temp at night. This might have something to do with the abundance of iodine I was taking. This was all in the name of pure water. Well, water that was good enough to keep me hydrated.