Friday’s walk from Douglas to Castletown was long, spectacular, scary and emotional. I set off at 6.30 with Dad and Collette and everyone else caught us up by lunchtime. The path ran along the cliff edge and often was the cliff edge. Oh for the Isle of Man third leg! The scenery was magnificent. Pity you couldn’t look up to see it.
The homeward stretch was long and sore. I walked with and listened to Liz, and we took much confidence from the fact that we met on Wobbly Walk II and here we are in pretty much the same shape four years later. Testament to the power of exercise, hope and having a goal to reach out for. The final stretch was a hobble. My foot from Dystonia had the last word. But Tony cajoled and goaded me across the line at The George in Castletown. A pint of cleansing lager restoring vitality.
Beers and tears, laughs and gaffs, darts and a kebab finished Wobbly Walk VI.
Sincere thanks to the walkers. We have a laugh, we enjoy ourselves. But never forget what you expend in effort and perspiration becomes the fuel for other’s hope and inspiration.
Sincere two fingers to Dr Parkinson. I win again. Get it right up ye!
Today it’s the Glasgow Men’s 10k. My knees hurt, my hips are sore, my feet are blistered. So what.