Thunderstorms And Roadworks
I moved toward Port Macquarie with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
Some days announced themselves through the weather before anything else.
Port Macquarie was where we were aiming, but the human bits around it mattered just as much as the distance.
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 57.9 kilometres were behind me, and the accumulated total sat at 5028 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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