The Sydney Emotions Begin
I moved toward the next stop with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
The closer we got to familiar names on the map, the stranger the scale of the whole thing felt.
the next stop was where we were aiming, but the bigger feeling was that another distant name was becoming real under my feet.
So that’s Sydney done for now (we WILL be back for parkrun this coming weekend) - a moment to enjoy the achievement and a nice lunch, then it was time to get back to work.
Weather was never background on days like this. It decided layers, breaks, pace, mood, and how much energy I had left at the end.
Most of the work was not dramatic. It was the repeatable stuff: get moving, keep eating, manage the body, and let the crew turn the finish into the next start.
By the end of the walking, I had banked another 59.3 kilometres, and the accumulated total sat at 4602 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.
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