A Hero’s welcome
....even before the running starts.
BUZZING!!
Our MdS Epilogue
So ...
Two weeks ago we were at home in London, stressing about the MDS and what still needed to get done/ sorted/ organised/ weighed and established whether it was really a completely necessary item of kit to take along, together with the ever present niggle at the back of our minds on whether we had trained enough (is it ever enough) and what we should have/ could have done differently....
One week ago we were in about the middle of the long stage, at 5pm "camp time" (one hour behind Moroccan time) through the worst heat of the day, Jan soldiering on with shmangled feet - unbeknownst to us at the time, he had amassed and was walking on 15 blisters in total - 10 on one foot, five on the other. We were yet to hit the remnants of a sandstorm in the dunes - for us not as debilitating as the sandstorm that had hit the runners at the front of the pack (ie we didn't have to stop and/or huddle, merely lift the buffs to become face protectors), which would take us into su...
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