I'm feeling pretty much myself now. Two and a half days after finishing Oxfam Trailwalker. My first time, after a few years of aspiration, I finally did it.
One hundred kilometres walked, in twenty five hours.
It's hard to own it and figure out what made me successful. The text Charlie sent me saying 'full grit' totally resonates.
I was in pain from early on, blisters appearing on both feet. My muscles were better than I feared, quads getting achy in the final quarter. When it was cold.
We chatted. We remembered the trail. Just two small sections we'd never walked. We worried about the rain. We talked about the times. When support crew was coming. We ate heaps of sugar. We thought about Jen and how to keep her going and if she was going to make it.
I jogged up hills, it was easier on my body. I fell asleep and kept on walking. I couldn't think of anything.
I think I felt euphoric for the final 5-10km as I knew it was going to happen, I would complete.