My feet felt like they were touching my heart with pain.
I knew I had to keep going to the end. It was wet more than cold; the wind whirled around me taking away what breath I had left.
I was sucking up the water that I had in my body. From high mountains to flat bush, I had been walking hours on end.
I look up into the dark strong unpredictable sky as the drops trickle down my body.
A roaring river was rushing past me with a speed of a flood. As my legs dragged me along, there was no place on my legs or arms that didn’t hurt.
“I am going to do the 30km whatever it takes.” My trusted feet will get me to the end.