Bordertown, Bigger Than Keith
I moved toward Kaniva with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
Border days always changed the feel of the crossing.
Kaniva was where we were aiming, but the bigger feeling was that another distant name was becoming real under my feet.
Albert Melbourne parkrun on Aug 1st?
Weather was never background on days like this. It decided layers, breaks, pace, mood, and how much energy I had left at the end.
That was the ordinary machinery underneath the big idea: feet doing their part, crew doing theirs, and the map changing a little by evening.
When the day was done, another 50.2 kilometres were behind me, and the accumulated total sat at 3173.6 kilometres.
It was one of those days where the map changed, but the work stayed wonderfully plain: keep walking, keep eating, keep listening, keep going.
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