Day 6 – Out of Africa

AKA “Sand Dunes looming” 20.7 kmI woke to a chorus of Happy Birthday from my tent mates – thanks guys. And so I started my 40’s. Thanks guys! Having planned to quit the day before due to a serious lack of humor about the difficulty of the course an inflamed ACL, and an over-taut IT band, I re-evaluated my position when the powers that be decided to reduce the sand dune distance to 20.7 km instead of the proposed 33. Yet the pain in my knee would not let me consider the task without the additional boon of Irish Joe loaning me his walking sticks for the undertaking. My philosophy was to...
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Day 4~5 – In the Footsteps of Bushmen

AKA “Lacking humor and without rest” 100++km The fever of the previous day was strong enough to overpower the ibuprofen and even the sleeping pill to keep me awake through the night. Then the bus ride was so icy cold that I had to put on all my clothes, and even get out my emergency blanket to block the freezing forced air out pouring out of the vents directly above me. I eventually got about an hour’s sleep before the buses turned down the dirt road to our start-point. To sum up – no sleep, blisters, black toes, bone bruises and three rocky days of marathons behind me, now, I must begin...
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Day 3 – Huns Mountains

AKA “Like a Rolling Stone” 35 km The letter for today, kids, is R for “rolling rock” – yeah, I know it’s a beer, so what! Today began with a backpack sprint. The crowd surged forward with purpose, and me with it, pack bouncing along happily. Unlike the previous two days, it started without wind, the heat quickly rising. The path for the first stage was (for once) runable and we took advantage of its flow, the Hun Mountains in the distance. Though I struggled with the speed, I was determined to stay in a good place. Starting out as the “Easy Day” it soon turned out to be “Too hot,...
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Day 2 – Leopard and Cheetahs

AKA “Dung Beetles and Prehistoric Grasshoppers” 40.8 km I had high hopes for today, heard it was forecast to be “moderate” across the board but the reality was far from it. YouTube – At the start The day began cold and windy so we started off with warmer clothes. In the beginning excitement, I tried to race off, but found my shoes untying themselves in a unilateral effort to slow my progress. Shortly after the start, a couple of hundred meters in, a tall German fellow pointed to the ground with his walking pole as we raced by shouting Puff Adder. The crowd was flooding past...
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Day 1 – Fish River Canyon

AKA “Dangerous Descents and Dastardly Dryness” 39 km Tired from the long night’s lack of sleep (due to a chorus of voices dark and dismal in a cacophony of sound emanating from at least three of my tent mates, none in any sort of rhythm that we could get used to), I rose early, drank my ginseng and ate my oatmeal. A local Khaosan tribe came out in colorful garb to bless our exodus into the desert with a couple of holy ritual dances and beautiful song​​​​​​​​​​​​​s​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​...
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