MdS, Day 6
Well felt mentally and physically drained during the rest day yesterday,
but picked up after a bit of food and sleep (not enough).
I thought that today at a marathon distance, 26 miles may be a bit harder than most of us were expecting.
The wind was blowing a minor sand storm at the start, which I was a bit late for.
So I joined the lone crazy competitor with his air guitar solo to
Highway to Hell on the start line after all te others had left.
It only took a minute to catch up with the tail enders.Including the 72
year old Brit. who was last back into camp yesterday,after 35 hours on
the course during the long day(s).Inspirational.
Well just when you thing the MdS has finished spanking you, there's a
slight lull, then it carries on.A head/side wind for most of the day
killed me. It dropped early pm in the sand dunes then picked up for the
long flat end of the day.The Jolly Rodger was flying off my
trekking poles as I crossed the line to get my medal.
Got the 4 mile charity stage tomorrow.
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