I spent Day Two of my not-quite-recovery at Zion National Park in southwestern Utah. This meant more hiking, more blazing sun, and still not much eating.
In retrospect, I can not fathom why food did not figure into my days, but I ate the bare minimum - the yogurt and the raw fruits and vegetables that I bought on Saturday. I drank a case of water, though. Thankfully, I knew that to be important.
All the while, I explored Zion as much as one could in a day.
I even took a horseback ride along the canyon river.
By the end of the day, I was beat. Utterly fatigued from two-and-a-half days of not recovering from the marathon. The plan was, initially, to sleep in the car one more night instead I drove north through the night and checked into a hotel in West Valley, Utah, at around 1 a.m.
First order of business - a shower. I was filthy. Then a solid night's sleep in a comfortable bed.
Around that time, it had occurred to me that I had not moved my bowels in almost three days. And that was when I realized that I had not handled my recovery correctly. If I was not taking in food, where was my body getting its nutrients? Probably taking it from my muscles, which were already depleted. Bad news.
Tuesday morning - big breakfast. No doubt about it. But the damage was already done.
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