I’m alive, and still standing. HUGE thanks to all who sent good wishes for the walk!
It was a brilliantly organised event - kudos to Cornwall Hospice Care for counting us all out and counting us all back, providing T-shirts (in two colours depending on the length of walk) so every walker was instantly recogniseable, a free glow-stick for light, a medal to prove I’ve done it, bananas and water half way and a free bacon bap at the end. Along with countless marshalls and police to see us over every road crossing, marshalls to walk and even a ‘blister bus’ to pick up the fallen.
I admit to being a little stiff - though it’s not from the walking. They started us off with a ‘warm-up’ - for which I expected a few gentle stretches to flex the muscles before setting out into the cold night air. It proved to be a 15-20 minutes aerobics session which used muscles I don’t normally know about either from dancing or walking: they’re the ones complaining today. I am also suffering from mild ‘jet-lag’ - time displacement. My group met at 9ish (Past bedtime!) in pizza hut: I declined pizza at that time of night but did have bruschetta followed by ice cream. Then there was the simple act of staying awake that long.. which blew my sleep pattern. Not to mention the bacon bap at 3am. So the body is … confused.
Very proud of myself though. I have collected the Murph from my Aunt and Uncle (they have kindly walked him so he won’t need much today) and yesterday I did quite a lot of study so can relax a bit. Plan to sleep some more this afternoon.