I went for a run in the Hunuas once, and once only. Took no food and not enough water. Stayed on tracks, but did a Forrest Gump and got the the end and decided to turn around and keep on going, Jenny.
Decided to finally head back to the car when I STARTED getting cramp. Oh fuck, the car is 8km away along poorly maintained tracks full of stairs.
The last 2km took about an hour. Was able to text wifey and get myself back to the car before dark. Ran, then walked, then crawled 22km that day. I started the day with the mental image that I'm still as fit as I was at my peak, 5 years earlier.
Lesson learned, fitness reality well and truly checked, and now I carry enough on a day trip to be comfortable overnight.
Hopefully these guys learn their lesson. Complacency and overconfidence can be killers.
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