I actually feel quite impressed with
myself, mainly because it got
REALLY tough at one point and it
would have been easy to quit.
But I pushed myself through it
and did it!
It sounds a bit lame, I know, cos
it was only like 15 miles a day, but
it wasn't the fact I'm totally unfit
(although that definitely
contributed), it was the evil
weather and my stupid blisters.
On day 3 and 4 we were way up on the hills, literally walking
directly into the clouds. So it meant we got soaking wet and were
walking against really strong winds. My feet were drenched, which
meant my plasters wouldn't stay on my blisters. I had to limp along
like a little old lady with my head down. I was the most miserable
person in the history of the world.
But, I swear to god some guardian angel kept planting puppies along
the route to keep me going.
My favourite night was when we stayed at a farm bunkhouse. There
was a little den with a roaring fire, and other people to talk to! A couple of
lads who were doing the entire 84 miles in 3 days, and another Australian
guy who was also pushing himself pretty damned hard. It was good to know
there were other people with blisters and wet feet!
Plus, the farmer and his wife were the most eccentric people I ever met.
Crazy posh accents and you should see their house!
Plus there was a labrador puppy which kept me amused for about 15
minutes, before he stole my shoes and sliced my arms up.
Annnnnywayy, with this week done and dusted I literally have to start
thinking, now what?
Do I stay or do I go?
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