Short story: I can walk a 42 kilometre marathon and not end up in hospital. Long story: It was an 8 hour 11 minute long adventure with so many great memories, I’m still trying to process it all.
Thursday evening was my last training stroll before Saturday’s big event.
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Note: originally published on July 28, here. Sore Feet, Helping Hands ‘Ooh, I get by with a little help from my friends…’ Folks, to walk a marathon I’m going to need some help, plus it’s my chance to help others. … Continue reading
If you’re too squeamish to wrangle warm lumps of pongy poo, then don’t walk your dog in a public place.
Today, I’d like to take you on a lap of my favourite rambling track, Spinnaker Park at the Marina.