Luckily I took my new ski poles for their first outing - they saved my life! It rained heavily and repeatedly, and the path became a quagmire of epic proportions.
The 40-mile stage ended in another first for me - in a bullring! I guess this part of Gascony still practices this "sport", but at least it's the bloodless kind here:
I was only lost once today, as I left the unfortunately named town of Condom. Spotting the trail signs is often pretty tricky here, especially with fatigue, rain, barking dogs, and a hundred other distractions.
Four runners have abandonned thus far. I'm tired but uninjured, and so fairly confident I can stagger through the last three days.
Location:Impasse des Cordeliers,Nogaro,France
1 comment:
This must bring back memories of school cross country running in England. Keep it going Russ - almost ready for the final sprint home. Dave B.
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