When both of my knees went out at 11,000 feet in the air, and I collapsed on a rock on the side of the John Muir Trail where I knew I was two full days away from the nearest highway, I got very frustrated. Maybe I cried... I know I cried out in frustration. I would have earned the right to cry after busting my @ss on the JMT and thinking I might not be able to complete the challenge.
BUT, I didn't mash the "SOS" button on my SPOT GPS. I just sat there for a bit, took in the scenery, thought about all the people back home who believed in me, and then (miracle or not), I was able to stand up and make it over the pass... and I completed the JMT! And then I wept with joy.
If I get frustrated on my AT thru-hike this year, you might hear me in my tent, but if that is what it takes to scrub away the frustration and negative emotion, so I don't quit, then I will cry when I need to... like Holly Hunter in "Broadcast News"!
Ross
(and yes, they call me DirtyGirl)