Day Two

A slightly restless night was followed by a 6.30am wake up call. Oh yeah, it’s mine….sorry French dude upstairs?! After blister plasters were administered and talc for the chaffing, I packed my bag, ate a slightly dry croissant, had my pilgrim passport stamped and head off into the early morning light. There are some serious clouds today and a very strong wind, oh dear I do believe it may rain….
With my feet the way they are I have had to slow my it’s art right down. Just as well as within half an hour I’m facing some serious uphill walking. Now don’t get me wrong, fifteen years ago I would have run up a mere hill like this, but back then I wasn’t nearing 15 stone with a 3.5 stone backpack on me, I was fitter, healthier, and had only smoked for half as long as I had up until a month ago (when I quit…again)…. Oh I could so smoke right now?!!
Well I kept my coat on all day, I was a little sweaty but meh… The rain held off but the wind kept up and the sun was in & out like…. Hmmmm?!
Today has been miserable, with some beautiful scenery. The ups were killing me, the downs were killing my feet. One minute I was happy on my adventure, the next miserable and lonely, missing my girlfriend (and I haven’t got to the stage of full on conversation with myself yet).
I managed 13km to Monistrol-d’Allier by lunch. I could have carried on, despite the soreness and my feet, but I had arranged to meet my parents for lunch as they were heading back over to their place in the Lot. After lunch, where we discovered our chef was originally from Taunton, bizarre… I waved my parents off and went back to my shared room, no one else here yet… Woo hoo. (Luckily for me it stayed like that to).
Again, the low swept over me, now it really is me on my own, with sore f^*king feet! To make matters worse the next 31km are all up hill…yippee…
They do say the first week is the hardest….(especially if you haven’t trained)…!

About waytosantiago

The way of St. James is one of the three largest Christian pilgrimages of the world. I intend to walk one of the many routes which begins in le Puy en Velay, France. The route has been trodden by many weary souls, looking for answers, looking for adventure, for the obvious religious reasons, or just walked for the sake of it. I first came across the route about 6 years ago whilst reading Paulo Coelho’s ‘The Pilgrimage’, I decided maybe something could be learnt from spending so much time on the road in solitude. Being the kind of person that lives to work, these ideas were put on hold whilst my life moved steadily forward. Recently I’ve found myself longing for adventure and decided it was time to begin planning. Another thing I decided was if I was going to do this, I may as well try and raise money for charity along the way. So the story begins...
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2 Responses to Day Two

  1. Mike Davey says:

    You can do it fella I know you can and you still keep the humour in the posts that shows me the Tom indomitable spirit will triumph. And bear in mind if you have to go up a stinking great hill you have to come down one … or even roll down … ooh or get a plastic sack and toboggan, now that would be fun!

    As for your training I did offer on several occasions hehe. One step at a time.

    Thinking of you fella as always, keep blogging and I will keep replying. And remember this will help a helluva’lot of kids, we are all bloody proud of you.

  2. Lee Kitto says:

    Now that’s the Tom we know and love. Passion and Pain x

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