Two weeks and counting, the Hadrian’s Wall walk is ever looming closer. Like the proverbial elephant in the room, it’s nearly here and shits about to get really real. As I type, watching MTV videos, the ‘shits just got real’ in Michael Jackson’s song ‘Bad’. I don’t remember the eighties that well, but I’m sure the gang wars didn’t involve wind machines, balero jackets, high kicks, ripped marble wash jeans and roller skates…..maybe they did ?!
The coast to coast walk we are doing involves over a hundred miles, twenty seven friends, dozens of beers, and two potentially sore feet.
I’m looking forward to the laughs and beers, not so much the aches and pains…….oh and the rustle of polyester, especially if it rains….who am I kidding, it’s going to rain.
It’s all going to become a wonderful anecdote I hope, the blisters and aches will heal and we’ll find that we look back and laugh……he says with fingers crossed.
As an empirical thinker and drinking activist, I'm reassured the views are spectacular and the beers are more than promising. Four days of quotidian marathon distance will be a challenge, especially with the mammoth hangover I’m hoping to attain each day. I’ve lost my ninja drinking skills but will attempt to do my very best, oh I do love a challenge ! If you’ve not yet sponsored us, please think of your donation as a guarantee to bolster us onwards.
My commitment ? I will post dozens of pictures of our pain, hangovers and accomplishments each day. I will endeavour to make you laugh and cry….the pain and privilege will be pleasurably all mine, isn’t that worthy of even a small offering ? So dig that parsimonious hand deep into that pocket, because I’m worthless, I mean worth it.
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