Today was rough.
My legs weren't responding and my mood hadn't turned around from the previous day.
I literally stayed in my room in this stranger's house so I wouldn't have to be in contact with him. He seemed like a super nice guy, but I just didn't want to interact with humans.
So when he left, I slinked out shortly afterwards.
And it then took over six hours to go 44 miles. And then everyone at the campsite was rude. And then I spilled boiling ramen all over my leg.
The world and I aren't friends today. It happens. There's always tomorrow.