Mariazell Hike (aka the worst day of my life) / September 18

     So the school does this pro-life hike thing to Mariazell each semester... sounds cool until you realize that it is actually something like an 18 mile hike. Then it slowly and painfully turns into the worst day of you life.

     While hiking, Marissa and I pulled ahead and left the group. We propelled ourselves onward with thoughts of running water, beds, hot tea with honey, and sleep. We eventually past Mr. Wolters: ex-marine. We felt pretty amazing at that point for passing him (even though he was being slowed down by his three year old son). We continued on and began to conjure up numerous ways of how to get to Mariazell by any other means besides walking... stealing and hot-wiring a tractor was definitely one of our ideas. 

     After the hike that took us around six hours to finish, we had mass in the church then headed back on the bus to Gaming. Needless to say, many if not all were asleep. That night I felt like a 300 year old lady... I could barely climb the three flights of stairs to my room. And getting out of bed the next day was excruciating.  

  Hobbling, lots of hobbling happened the following three days. Thankfully we had the presence of mind to do lots of stretching in the mornings and before bed.