Eight marathons in eight days and we are in the Caribbean Sea after running 6,504 miles across South America
Fifteen months ago, just as the Olympic gun resonated through the streets of London, bracing ourselves against a blizzard at the southerly-most point of continental South America, we began our race to run the length of the continent.
A chocolate-coloured, toe-shaped nut. The Brazil nut. One of the finest. Full of protein, calcium, iron, selenium and a whole host of other riches; one creamy crunch and you’re reaching for another.
It is Autumn-time south of the equator, and whilst the majority of Argentinians are readying themselves for another Boreal winter, the small town of Las Lajitas is ramping up for its busiest time of year.
Salta Province, northern Argentina. Two children stand by the side of the road. A silver car with blackened windows drives passed. The girls wave something at it. The car continues, but suddenly grinds to a halt and reverses.
Two thousand and eight hundred miles; the equivalent of running between Lands End and John O’Groats three times! This is the distance my husband and I have now run through the continent of South America.
Buzzing in your ear, crawling over your skin, coiled in your boot or lying drunken in a woozy cloud of rotten apples. It takes a particular personality to appreciate the virtues of our six and eight-legged neighbours.
If there was an association that represented ex-midfield idols who went on to manage their former clubs, then the last few weeks would surely have been the darkest days in their history.
We’re over three weeks into our 5000 mile odyssey to run the length of South America for its threatened wild areas. Our feet are gradually becoming used to the daily routine, if not yet responding with true athletic gusto!
5000 mile project: To the end of the earth, in the footsteps of pumas and the lost people of Magellan
These first few days of our year-long 5000 mile project run of South America represent some of the most remote and hostile.
As preparations for the London Olympics intensify, 5000 miles away, we’re launching our own Olympian bid. On the 27 July 2012, we will be standing on the southerly-most point of the South American continent, gazing out to the fabled Southern Ocean. From that wild, sea battered peninsular, Cabo Froward, we will begin running.
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