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october 1
I've bumped up my progress to 90 kilometres a day, in spite of a couple
of steep 25-kilometre hills today which put terrible pressure on my
knees and aching feet, and gave me a burning butt. I punished my
knees going down the mountain as well, but I wanted to pull back some
time. I have to cover this extra territory to have any hope of reaching
Tierra del Fuego in time to depart for the South Pole.
With all my fears about the Darién behind me, I'm on a high and
running well, starting in the dark between four and five o'clock and
finishing long after the sun has set and it's too dark to see my way.
There was a problem encountered, and solved, in getting the ferry
company to release our vehicles—the usual red-tape hassles. It cost
me two days, during which I nearly went out of my mind with frustra-
tion. But, at last, Juan and I have reunited with Katie and the other
Mexican cameraman, Gustavo. (Bernie is still in Australia.) It was good
to see them. Katie, who enjoyed her few days off—her first since she
joined the run—told me that being on the road together again was like
coming home.
Tonight, we are 1150 kilometres from the border with Ecuador:
that's thirteen days at my current rate. I'll feel good when I cross the
border. It's only a small country, and I'll run through it in a week, leav-
ing just Peru, Chile and Argentina before the final hurdle—the South
Pole. I'm mentally tired. I'm over this run. Really over it.
october 2
There was a beautiful church just across the road from where I started
my run this morning, so I went in and said a few prayers. I prayed that
I would not let down the people who have supported me, I prayed for
