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Walking challenge in may

The organisation that I volunteer with has got involved with a sister organisation which is challenging everyone to get out and walk every day in May. The target is to walk the equivalent of The West Highland Way in Scotland - estimated 96miles. It can be done in a team or on your own with the aim to get more people active.

I came to the challenge a week after it started and was lucky enough to of kept a record of what I’d walked so far in the month so could fill in the first week easy. As the weeks have gone on I’ve made good distance but unfortunately fought anxiety that I wasn’t good enough and that I wouldn’t get the miles done within the time after being lower than suggested the first week due to a health issue that knocked me from getting more miles than I actually managed.
I’m doing the challenge alone and when asked last night how I was doing by the man in charge of the place I volunteer he seemed seriously shocked that I was as far on as I was and jokingly said I can walk back the way in the time left.
So with two weeks left I have just hit 30 miles to go and man my legs and feet are feeling it. I have to admit walking through a massive rain storm today I was struggling mentally with the challenge. Even with phone calls from the parents asking if I wanted picked up (by that point I was drenched) it took all in me to not say yes please.

My family have always done challenges, set by themselves or part of a bigger event. This for me after everything the last few years feels like my challenge. Both physically and mentally. The question is will I make it to the finish and if so will I continue walking the miles I am after the event has finished??

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