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| The white horse |
I started at 08:00 Am and set off from Weymouth Pavilion and walked down the sea front listening to my music and 27 miles ahead of me.
By the end of the first mile my fitness tracker was telling me I was averaging 18 munites per mile and making good progress at about mile 5 a man called Jim pulled up and called me over and donated some money saying that he had seen me in the newspaper and thought what I was doing was a good thing after a few minutes of talking about what I hope to be doing in Burkina Faso I got on my way and continue on my way walking through the countryside looking at the cows and horses staring at me like I was out of my mind to be walking down this busy road.
At mile 10 Jim pulled up again and called me over, this time, he had his wife Jill in the van with him they had brought me some tea in a thermos so I sat in the van with Jim and Jill and had a cup of tea and talked about how they run a flower stall at the market Burkina Faso what injections war I will need before I go and the Boer after about 15 minutes of sipping tea and chatting I get on my way, not before Jill hands me £10 and wishes me luck.
I reach Wool at about 12 pm I am relieved Wool is my half way point I can sit and have a break by now my legs are starting to hurt and I've still got 13.5 miles to go I get back on the road and head for Wareham it's about 6 miles down the road and then my knee give out and I stumble and I think it's all over I can't bend my right leg and it hurts a lot but I have to keep pushing I tell myself I can't give up I must push on.
As I limp down the road one thing strikes me is how much rubbish that is just dumped this point hits me when I see a deer through the bushes drinking from a pond that has old tires and general crap dumped in it the deer then spot me and bolts deeper into the forest.
At around the 15th mile I meet up with a friend he brings me supplies in the form of painkillers and donuts haveing skipped breakfast I was surprisingly not hungry but I ate one and stowed the rest in my bag for later.I reach Wareham at about 4 pm my pace as slowed down to about 28 minutes per mile my knee has limited mobility and my hips are starting to hurting there are only about 10 miles left I am thinking I can do this I just have to keep pushing mind over matter I keep telling myself my target of reaching Poole by 16:30 went out the window about 3 hours ago I don't know what time I will make it.
5 pm I am walking toward Lytchett minster I know from there it's only about 4 miles through upton and Hamworthy then the finish line Poole quay so I keep walking I am still 2miles from Lytchett minster when my phone goes dead then I have nothing but my thoughts and the dark road ahead of me.
Through upton one foot in front of the other, I am thinking maybe I should have done some training before I did this but no I thought this would be easy well it's not and it hurts but now I am only about 3 miles from the end why would I quit now that would be pointless.
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| My swollen foot |
7:40 I am about 400 yards away I turn left and in front of me is the bridge across the harbour I can't describe the feeling I had as I walked across that bridge on to the quay I only have to find my friend at the jolly sailor the finish line I walk through the door and there he is waiting for me 8:00 I made it what turned out to be 28 miles and 12 hours I sat down in the pub had my drink.
After all, that I raised a grand total of £50 out of £800 so as I am writing this I lay in bed with my leg and knees seized up and unable to move.
If you want to find out more about why I am doing this the links are below thanks, for reading
https://www.justgiving.com/Adam-Bill
http://www.internationalservice.org.uk
http://www.volunteerics.org
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