They say it takes three weeks of repetitive action before a habit develops. Last Sunday marked my third week on the Appalachian Trail. If the saying is true, then I have developed the following habits:
My natural state is walking.
Hiking poles feel as if they’re extensions of my arms.
I consume the same amount of calories as a buffalo.
I am incapable of getting full.
My “bedroom” smells like the inside of a guy’s high school locker room.
My diet consists of almond butter, trail mix, snickers, pop tarts, cookies, Clif Bars, beef jerky, summer sausage, and Gatorade.
I poop in the woods.
I sleep without a pillow.
I often put on damp/sweaty clothes in the morning.
The sun determines my sleep schedule.
I shower twice a week. On the off days, I rub my stinky spots with a baby wipe or two. Some days, I’m too tired for any form of hygiene (which are the days I actually need it most).