Blog Posts for the walk from New Ross to Dublin 7-13 March 2009
Yes, I did it! 138.4km later, and I can finally silence those sceptics that did not believe I could do it – because there ( sticking out tongue childishly with a “na-na-na-na-na”), I proved you wrong. Never underestimate the power of pure passion and determination. Now that said – I am very […]
My apologies for taking so long to tell you about my penultimate day, but I have been catching up on all our entries, and have to say that I am very moved. And today something happened when I walked into Dublin that you cannot explain, but it just happened. I was walking past […]
I simply have no choice but to continue with my analogy. Yesterday was like being in labour for five hours, but having to give birth through your heel, only to find out that you have a breach blister, and that they will have to remove it with forceps. Today I think I […]
I have never had such pain – it felt like giving birth through my right heel when I touched the tarmac the first time this morning. I had to stop within a couple of steps. The content needed for our best blister remedy from Southern Africa, as prescribed by my favourite witchdoctor – Hyena urine […]
I had it all planned – I was going to extol the virtues of all things African today. I felt great this morning, minor stiffness, and once again – thanks to Sarah for treating my muscles like gods every day I get back. In actual fact I felt so great that I could have almost […]
Ahem, before I update on my second day, I wish to clarify a possible misconception that has arose. This blog, and the fundraising that I am doing is purely in my private capacity. My primary goal is to create awareness around The Brandon House Hotel & Spa, and our €10000 Feel Good Giveaway. Now […]
It is official – I have set new records is muscle discovery, and for anyone who doubts it – they just have to see my knew “blikners” swagger, which is a very difficult thing for a woman to achieve without foregoing immense pain. That said – it was a great day yesterday. The […]
It’s 3.20am and I am awake – gripped with a sense of uncertainty that I have not experienced for a long time. In actual fact, I think the last time I was this scared was just before I had to sing in an amateur production in my hometown in South Africa in French, ala Edith Piaf […]