Leg 32 – 8th August
Starting at RibbleHead Viaduct and Ending at Sedburgh
The Days Journey
Please don’t be confused with the numbers – we have had to change them a little to fit with Leg 31 – I am coming back to do that with all of you ….
Leg 32 14.2 857 feet.
Dark days are an inevitable.
After a bad nights sleep, the thought of dragging my sorry backside again for further than the bathroom filled me with dread.
A dark cloud had well and truly parked and it had parked right slap bang over my head, a sty has developed on my eye I look like Poo and can only describe my outlook as bleak.
Who has let a dementor into my room over night to suck all my get up and go out of me?
After laying in bed and Lamb doing everything round the room , I finally dragged the said sorry lump out of its pit, scratched bits that men scratch first thing and get dressed, oh joy walking shorts and CF tee shirt again.
It took me half an hour to develop a sort of grunt.
Thoughts were going through my head can I say I am Not well? Can I swap Fridays rest day to today , can I just not go and say I did the leg? All sorts of foolish things go through your head.
I suppose I am , for the first time (that I am going to admit ) exhausted .
Malcolm arrived at the prescribed time and off we go.
An hours drive later saw us land at Ribblehead viaduct, a place some of you will see in a few days time. Malc suggested a slightly shorter distance a little more climb but less distance is always a bonus so we grabbed at that. I will miss him when he finishes, we have a similar dry sense of humour, but we crack on.
Looking back now, I can’t alter my mood when I want, I just have to accept that some days will be difficult.
If it was easy everybody would be doing it, not just this team from Lancashire.
This walk is so many wonderful things, but it has a dark side as well, the darkness being it is so very very difficult.
Onwards and not always smiling upwards.
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Todays Leg is Dedicated to:
Rachel, Jack’s mum, sent us this lovely positive message…
Jack has a keen interest in Karting and it’s clear to see when recently he scooped 2nd place at the Teesside Sprint Championships despite only two weeks before getting the all clear from pseudomonas!
Jack has come on leaps and bounds since taking on the hobby of karting, sporting number 65 with pride he raises awareness of Cystic Fibrosis while having a whole lot of fun at the same time.
The difference in his health has been identified by his medical team and he’s also recently been noticed by a great karting team so it’s looking really good for him. He does his medication at the track making sure nothing gets in his way and we’re all so proud of him!