OK, finally motivated to go in the gym. Watched the build up to the France Ecuador match and the first half while working out. Weights, 30 reps of one thing and 30 of another, god knows what they’re called, but generally pushing, pulling and lifting weights anyway. Plenty of cycling, in two sessions, with high resistance, never look at the distance or speed, but the calories: 600.
At least the noise of the equipment drowned out Phil Neville.
Found myself this evening thinking about parts of the walk that I had forgotten. Can’t remember whereabouts it was but I recall being quite dehydrated and, without being lost, finding a camp site with a small shop. Was barked at by the dog and found the shop had only quite expensive soft drinks, so I bought a 4 pint carton of milk and guzzled about half of it straight down, while a young boy was clearly taking the Mick, being shushed by his mum. As if they were both laughing at me, but didn’t want me to notice.
Tempted to Street View parts of the route – I think I am now reminiscing more as time goes on. Perhaps it is hard sometimes to believe what I did, an experience I’ll never have again. Still collecting donations and have now collected a presentation cheque from the bank. You know, one of those oversized cheques that you see lottery winners receive. They have no monetary value but are just for show. Watch out for photos in the course of time. If you would like to see an even larger amount being given to SANDS, you can still donate at http://www.justgiving.com/keith-spicer1.
Today was memorable for nothing to do with the walk or charity but a meeting at work where all six of us corpsed in laughter. Very difficult to explain, but it involved a phone operator, the ‘c’ word (which was only inferred and never said) and a reenactment of a scene from Porky’s, and I don’t mean the one in the changing rooms! Perhaps this is the time to call it a day on this post.
