Nursing The Foot Near Iron Knob
I moved toward Rest area east of Iron Knob with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
By this stage, every day began with a negotiation between the plan and the body.
Rest area east of Iron Knob was where we were aiming, but the bigger feeling was that another distant name was becoming real under my feet.
And there goes with another 55 km locked away.
Nursing the foot through the day, it seems to have done ok.
We were parked up in a rest area about 20 km South-west of Iron Knob, the weather has been a bit cold and dull with showers at times; a dinner of sausages boiled spuds, peas and sweet corn was the perfect way to end the day Another 55 km the next day and we will have a shorter day of 35 km to take us into Port Augusta by mid-afternoon on Saturday!
When the day was done, another 56.8 kilometres were behind me, and the accumulated total sat at 2451.4 kilometres.
That was the shape of so many HAA days: my feet doing the obvious work, and other people quietly making the impossible parts practical.