Doing the Hokey Cokey!

The last thing I do before I leave for Rome, is write this post…

Doing the Hokey Cokey

Readers of my last post may recall the fuss surrounding a slight injury to the Achilles of my left foot. Subsequent to that, silence fell, the Dark Ages descended: I couldn’t quite bring myself to offer detail of the tedium of waiting for this foot to get better.

Well, it’s better, if not best. I’m still conscious of it, it aches a bit after walking, but I have come to the belief that I can go. There is no certainty it won’t let me down but I can’t wait; I don’t want to be crossing the Alps in October or arriving in Rome in December. If it won’t work, then so be it; I shall return in the spring. I will do this thing!

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My Whole World Turns Misty Blue!

This post is about fitness to walk, getting fit to walk 2000 kilometres, and how so much effort and achievement can come crashing down. It’s two days before I am supposed to leave for Canterbury to start the walk …

… And I can Hardly Put One Foot in Front of the Other!

A week before I leave for Canterbury to begin the walk, I’m on the train for Winchester to spend the week-end walking the start of the South Downs Way. It’s a final practice ‘before the balloon goes up’. PT Lance has been my personal trainer. Each of my failures to date has inspired from him another appeal: ‘warm up / eat carbs’ / and, the latest, ‘sleep’. I spend all of Thursday night awake, transfixed by the referendum – I don’t / can’t sleep – and the next day I’m desperately late to walk. Continue reading