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Dad, you were right about the snickers bar

Right-left, right-left, in-out, in-out… The sound of your steps begin to align with your breathe as you get used to walking for 6 plus hours.When you are covering roughly 47 km in 3 days, your mind finds its own little flow and pattern of travel. Whatever song is in your head begins to follow this tune, and your mind begins to still as your only awareness is in your next step. All the dirt and dust, the sunscreen soaked skin, the chafed hips, the bruised ankles, the soar back, the burning thighs and blistering toes, begin to forget their woes and silence their pain, marching in tune to this song. The only thing you can do is keep walking- and your body knows how. It is always your mind that will slow you down. And when you finally stop, and your song fades away and your wailing toes and howling back are heard at full force again, it is really only a very sacred thing that can distract you from the pain. In my case, it was a snickers bar. The sticky, oozing caramel, the creamy sweet milk chocolate, the crunchy, salty peanuts… Snickers bars have never been a favorite food of mine but in this case, I don’t think I will ever cherish anything more than a snickers bar after 23 km of trekking through the Himalayas in a single day. Dad, you were so right.