Heavy backpack.

Suddenly I wanted to share with you my impressions of a hike accompanied by a really heavy backpack.

It all starts with the fact that after packing the backpack, you lift it a little (to evaluate the weight and balance). Cit becomes clear that today’s load cannot be called light. You have no idea how many kilograms there are, but your hands authoritatively tell you that it’s too, too much.

The next stage is placing a heavy backpack on your back. You try to perch it with some kind of support like a large stone or the hands of a neighbor, but then you realize that during the hike they may not be nearby and you decide to train yourself to do it yourself. A jerk accompanied by a low growl, a sharp turn, hitting the strap with one shoulder, another jump and hitting the other shoulder. From the outside everything looks very impressive, a real Atlas, a man - healthy, rough and muscular.

Now you can go. The legs move unexpectedly easily step after step. They were apparently not informed that the total weight of the man-backpack system today is much more than usual. You are finally convinced that bison are not extinct and you are one of them.

Soon it dawns on your feet that the rules of the game have changed, but they still move briskly.

After about half an hour, some discomfort appears in the shoulders. You try to tighten the waist belt. This makes me want to go to the toilet, but my shoulders don’t feel any lighter. The former super-bisonism has been forgotten, only donkeys and other “stupid” animals come to mind. The shoulders literally sag, the backpack creaks like that same “worn saddle.”

Another 10-15 minutes and your condition becomes unbearable. With the last of your strength, you run forward to the long-awaited halt, holding the bottom of the backpack with your hands in order to somehow relieve the load on your shoulders.

And so you drop your heavy backpack, this megaton bomb, onto the frail grass on the side of the trail. You don’t care that there are fragile cookies inside your backpack, which the caretaker strictly forbade to crush, you don’t hear the screams of a comrade crushed by your backpack, nothing exists in the world except you and your second of bliss.

It takes a couple more moments before you come back to reality and are surprised to find that despite the lack of a backpack, your shoulders still hurt and sag. And the worst thing is that they will be sick for a long time. At night, when you try to lie on your side, and the whole next day your shoulders will moan and groan. And all you have to do is massage them and wait.