A day and night of Triumph and Tragedy
The 4th stage of the marathon des sables. 56 miles- 81.5 km over sand,dunes, rocks, mountains, through stony river beds and across endless dried lakes. Always with the sun beating down and the heat radiating up. Splendid torture. I could feel the pus seeping through into my socks from around 15km in. My feet were radiating balls of agony by the end. At four in the morning, I had a low point, my legs were swollen and barely moving and I couldn’t find any green route markers. But the moon came out and lit up the plateau, I found some energy and kilted John from Glasgow caught me up and we saw the dawn break two hours later as we sprinted through the line, 21hrs and 12mins after starting.
We felt like Olympians!
The euphoria is still there but am fearful for tomorrow as I can’t put weight on my feet
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