Reading over the day 40 page in my diary almost brought a tear to my eye (probably because I remember the emotions, I'm sure reading it won't make you cry). I was going to try and pick out some key parts and condense it into a blog as I have done for the other days but I thought it really shows what you go through on such a long and intense run. I couldn't bare to break it down so I thought I would share the whole diary entry.
Day 40 - 41.76km
If you managed to read that then you deserve a massive high five. Sometimes I struggle to read my own writing. It was once described as squashed spiders!
Here is the translation:
'We had breakfast, porridge, at the camp rest this morning, packed up our stuff and we were on the road by 9:00. My shins still hurt. I am not sure that they are going to improve any time soon. I'll try some new foot exercises and see if they help but I'm not sure. I did 2 sessions of 20km today. Now back on dirt road. I'm happy to be on dirt road but generally feeling crap. I'm really fed up of being in pain all the time. And also fed up of running and generally the trip. I think maybe I'm missing my independence. Of course I'm not going to stop running. I just really want to be at the end now and it's still such a long way off. I don't think the new trainers make much difference to my feet. My toenail that came off at the base is now exposed. The skin broke. It is agony. I've taped it up really tightly tonight. Maybe it's too tight.'