Yesterday myself and the Baroness set off on one our walks. Got up early, set off at half eight...
Seventeen and a half miles later, we hit the wall, big time. Sharon's hip had given up almost entirely, every step was a chore. And my feet are a dreadful mess. To be honest it's tricky to find skin on them that isn't blister affected. And yet, we loved it, it was great fun.
Sadly, what we learnt is this. The charity marathon is a non-starter, it really is quite literally a step too far. We still hope in Summer to do twenty miles if people would find that enough of an achievement. We certainly wont be giving up our walks, we enjoy it too much, but we do now at least know our limit.
I'm off now to put my feet in a foot spa full of water and surgical spirit...