September 13th, 2005

happy

I'm in love

Yes, it finally happened. *cue Queen music* I can't bear to be parted from the object of my affections. I get physically ill when separated. Yup, I've got it bad. So who is the lucky recipient? My Camelbak. It's a thing of beauty, it really is.

This morning I woke up with a headache. "Oh no!" I thought, "Reality has set in, all the back-to-work stress and tiredness and what have you." Then I realised I was thirsty. I looked back over what I drank yesterday. Two coffees and a cup of herbal tea. That's it.

While in the desert I was drinking 4 litres of water and/or Cytomax a day, easily. My intrepid companion was drinking half as much again (anyone know if/why men need to drink more than women? He's the same size and weight as me). I'm sure this excessive consumption of liquid was the reason I was able to see several sunrises, indulge in excesses of many varieties, eat dust and cover about 15-20km a day walking without suffering at all. No headaches. No tiredness, just robust good health. Staying hydrated is where it's at.

Now I'm home and my Camelbak is hanging up (I hope to one day get the taste of Cytomax out of it), suddenly I'm getting dehydrated. So today I have a bottle of water on hand at all times. But it's just not the same as having that little tube whacking you in the face and reminding you to drink before you get thirsty. So I'm looking for tricks to remind me to drink. Either that or maybe getting my Camelbak surgically attached to myself.

I'm sold. Water really is the stuff of good health. Half a litre and my headache is gone..

Also, my hair is now Very Red. Very. Passion Red in fact (ooh!). And I've sorted out my photos ready for posting. This will happen within a couple of days. Because I know you're all dying to see pictures of me after not showering for days. Oh yes.