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This is a real life post, and has no bearing on anything you guys would be interested in (most of you), so don’t read ahead if you don’t care!

My other half, Simon… set off last week for the Marathon Des Sables, aka:  The toughest footrace on Earth.   This year was the hardest and the longest, today was day 1, and sadly he already had to pull out, after his knees cramped up and didn’t uncramp, and the nutter walked a further 10miles WITH the bloody cramp!

He sounded *so* disappointed on the phone, so I just wanted to pay my respect to him here and tell the world how insanely proud I am of him for even trying it.  He tried 2 years ago and his knee borked then, and they forced him to stop, this time, however he chose to stop himself, before permanent damage could be done.

Apparently they started at Erg Chebbi, which is home of the largest sand dunes in Africa, peaking at 150mtrs, and he had TWENTY MILES of these to cross, and after those, with only 4 miles to go, he could go no further with the cramp he’d endured for the previous 10 miles.

This, is Erg Chebbi, look how teeny the people are in comparison!:

I dunno, I didn’t want him to go, as, selfishly I wanted him here with me, plus I knew how disappointed he would be if he didn’t make it, which, naturally, he is.

So ANYWAY, he so won’t read this, but it’s my own way of sending him <3 and hugs and announcing how he hasn’t let ANYBODY down, let’s face it, some fuckers can’t even leave their computer chairs to walk to the store, let alone ATTEMPT 160miles across the Sahara in the searing heat!

I love you, and you did us proud.

Heather, Holly and Sian!

xxxx

(which is me and my girls, if you were worried i’d been haxxored, lolz)