When I left Granon this morning it was dark, and I wandered why. I knew the clocks had gone foreward in London. Duh. Of course in Europe also. So i was cheated out of an hours sleep. Who do I see to complain. It was an experience navigating in the dark. But thanks to my good friend Ben, I have a head torch with what seems like the power of the sun. I was fine in finding the markers. My plan was to walk 17k. But I didnt like my planned stop, I decided eventually to head to Villafranca. It makes it easier when you are walking with someone, for two days I have had the pleasure of walking with a guy called Peter. Between us we have a good pace, at 20.5k I had a text from Kate. Already at Villafranca. So I promised to be there for lunch. Did it. 28k in 6 hours. The last 6k I think I must have said o gd every step of the way. I was convinced that it would be hard to move after. But recovery seems to becoming quicker, but the morning will tell all.
I am learning a lot about myself, I can recognise that my recovery is not perfect. That there is still work to do and that there is nothing wrong with more therapy. Challenging what I am comfortable with is good, but even I have my limits and accepting them is a good thing. Pushing to far is a sure fire way to a panic attack. But even though I ache, hurt, wake in the night with leg pain, I am ok. Smiling as I write this, I am going to be ok. Yes there will be set backs, yes there will be relapses. But I can see that my life has purpose. I have no idea what yet hopefully that will come.
Pilgrimage to Wellbeing 