Two days ago, after Stage 3 I was humbled.
My friends from the Rahal team, Mustapha (6) and Brahim (7), were in my tent when I arrived back after Stage 3 when I was an emotional wreck. They were incredible. Both reached for my backpack immediately and took everything from me. Helped me to lie down and TOOK OFF MY SHOES!! What does one say to such generosity of spirit and camaraderie?
Mustapha has just come to find me, now that I have finished the long day, and tells me he came 4 times to our tent through the night to check that I had come in. There are times words completely fail me and this is one such time; The big local Moroccan hero searching out the lowly Liz Pomeroy to find out if she is still alive!
Still, never before have I done 82km and I can say I am delighted with my first.
It was 45 °C midday yesterday, 13 hours before a proper refueling at CP4. I Tried going on but 3 km after I was just stumbling around kicking my already huge toenail which I will lose soon!
I slept under the stars between CP4 and CP5 and woke at 4:30 am. What a treat to watch the sun come up in the desert.
I Managed to run between CP5 and CP6, and then between CP6 to the end, and to say I was delighted would be a bit of an understatement after everything.
It was so tough though.
The Bivouacs came into sight long before there was any chance of sprinting to them – turning the final corner it may have been, but they still seemed to be half a race away for a long time.
I have never been so filthy (luckily we are all in the same boat) and all I can think about now is having four showers and then my love’s face along with our children Joshua, Morgan, Luke and Savannah at the airport. I think that moment will be the end of me. I will be in bits. Again!
Two more days then back to Ouarzazate.
How time flies.