I'm right there beside you in many many ways. It's funny,I had to read your post twice to make sure it wasn't someone quoting me. Some things are different but the overall is eerily similar.
As far as the username, it's possibly a self fulfilling prophecy.
In 05 I rode a mountain bike trail system in the Blue Ridge mountains that was SO far over my head I was an idiot to even think about it much less train for several months after making motel reservations in Luray. The wife dropped me off at the trail head at 9am. I told her pick me up at around noon and I'd call her if I was running behind. I could've walked, if need be, the entire trail I started on in 3 hours was my thinking so that left plenty of time. About 2 miles into it, no more cell reception and the foliage was so thick my GPS couldn't pick up a signal to see where I was at (as I wrote, I'd planned well ahead including mapping things out on my GPS) so out came the paper map. Problem is I can't read a topo map worth a flip, thought inclines were declines, visa versa and other major errors. About halfway in I realized I'd made a wrong turn and had to double back to where I'd messed up. I was 5 miles past the correct point so that ended up adding 10 miles to my ride. By that time my 3 hours was about up,I was out of calories and low on water. Then Tropical Storm Cindy arrived about the time I got back to my correct turning point and it began to rain. A gentle, but very chilly, rain and I hadn't seen any creeks/brooks for a while to filter some water from because I was hovering around the peak of Massenutten mountain. If passed at least 30 creeks and brooks but figured I was just fine and didn't need to refill.Water goes downhill and it was rocky enough where the foliage was thinner so I got a GPS fix but still no cell reception. I'd climbed 1600 ' by that point as well so I knew the end of the journey was going to be a very fast downhill. Not good when you're low on calories (blood sugar bonk) and getting dehydrated. Between where I was and where I wrote about the serious decline was a series of serious uphill and downhill parts that I'd gain 100', lose 200' in rocky turns that were so sharp it was mind boggling . I was too tired to even hold my brakes to show down much less puddle back uphill. Then 1 last steep incline for about 4 miles that I was so exhausted from that I sat on the side of the trail and contemplated leaving my $3k bicycle behind and just trying to escape and survive before I finally got up the courage and strength to finish. And then the final downhill. It was what's called a fire road (basically a road big enough for a fire truck to navigate and made from small packed stone) and it was looming though I was too tired to even think about navigating. I stayed asking the side where gravity kept me going downhill but the small rocks were loose enough to provide lots of friction, keeping my speed at a semi crawl. Just past the end of that fire road my phone started sending text message notices, my daughter was worried when I didn't call and sent texts hours prior but my reception was just starting to come back as I got to the point of paved road. I finally got back to the lot my wife dropped me off at and after resting for a few minutes shakily called her and asked her to come get me. It was getting close to 5 when I finally made that call.
I wrote that to say that was easier than refusing a cigarette sometimes for me, but just like that story, I'll get there eventually even through the mistakes, fatigue, frustrations, emotions, lack of strength, lack of courage and stubbornness to do the right thing at the right time.
And so will you!
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Wow! What an inspiring story. I would have laid down and died before all that happened. Thanks!