Day Six – The Long Laze

Day Six – The Long Laze (a day in camp) 31st of October – 0.0 miles Having finished, I found it unsettling to be still, and could neither lie down, nor rest. I wandered stiff and awkward around the camp, aimlessly looking for someone to commiserate with. I found the internet tent open and checked email. A message from mom and I started to well up. After a good emotional cry, I was able to hobble back to the tent and rest for a couple of hours.
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Day Five – A Body in Motion

Day Five – A Body in Motion (The Black Desert March) 30th of October – 100.2km / 62.6 miles Pray for rocks! Sand sucks the life from your feet. I begin today with a thought and a recitation of a poem about a place all too distant in time, location and environment. The poem recalls a wistful moment amid a snowy landscape, but the last two lines are as appropriate here as any that might be said: “The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.” (Robert Frost’s Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening) Having never attempted more than...
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Day Four – Snowy Landscape

Day Four – Snowy Landscape (The Spring to Nowhere) 29th of October – 38.9km / 24.3 miles The Tale of the Water Bottle and the Solar Plexus… The dawning day – another 7am start, so up at 5 and an attempt at a dim-lit breakfast. The descriptions of today’s four stages are Difficult, Difficult, Difficult, and Difficult. Oh Joy! The bag was less full and slightly lighter today, but this was not a benefit as, without the volume, the Racing the Planet backpack couldn’t be sufficiently tightened around the waist so the water bottle on my front pack was hitting me squarely in the solar...
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Day Three – Letting the Turtle out

Day Three – Letting the Turtle out (Sandy Field) 28th of October – 40.3 km / 25.2 miles It’s hard to eat breakfast in the dark, in a hurry, trying to get ready for the effort ahead, but we dutifully rose at 5 am. Headlamps aloft, we ventured to the now stenchful toilet tents, artful boxes, once used for water now full of something entirely different, though no less natural – thank god for the early morning wind, however chill it might be. Then back in the tent for a quiet ruffle in search of food and out to the fire for hot water and a bit of talk, subdued and sleepy-eyed. The hare...
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Day Two – The Hare

Day Two – The Hare (The White Desert) 27th of October – 38 km / 23.8 miles Compelled by nothing more than the excitement of the people around me and the overriding desire to get some miles behind me before the heat settled in, I once again leapt out of the starting box. 8 am this time, and the heat already ticking up degree by degree from the morning cool. The course briefing had warned of a difficult first stage with undulating terrain and soft sand followed by moderate later ones, but the rabbit in me was to come out no matter what. Today, I opted to go for music, I brought along two ipods,...
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