So that is it. 1,026 miles. 555 views of my blog in one day. A very surreal day in which I achieved probably the most difficult thing I have attempted in my life.
Yet, perhaps sadly, I was quite unemotional about it. There’s clearly a lot of interest in what I have done, and it might not hit me until I go back to work next Tuesday. Perhaps I am a bit world weary after two and a half months worth of getting up at a reasonably civilised hour and then walking down roads that I don’t know for most of the day.
Though not the primary purpose of the walk, I did lose 21 pounds in weight, perhaps not as much as I had expected but I am now at a much trimmer poundage. My belt was on its last notch this morning when I put on jeans for the first time since early February.
Fundraising has accelerated in the last day or two as the walk completed. Over £7,000 is brilliant and I know there is more to come from sponsor forms and a 40/50s night late in May. Still a small number of tickets available, dress is optional. Er, by that I mean that you don’t have to dress in 40/50s clothes, not that it is a choice whether to dress at all.
Very tired and feel as if I have jet lag. Sleep timings were necessarily shifted, but I have to give massive thanks to Dangerous Brian for getting Pam and me back to Sarisbury. I went out for a stroll to buy a newspaper and milk and that did me a bit of good. But my waking hours might be all over the place for a few days, and I need that time to recover.
This blog will continue for a while as long as I have something to talk about. Certainly I have enjoyed having to write it as part of the daily ritual.