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flamingos. Many people fish in the streams. The drivers are friendly, and
many know who I am and why I'm here. The word has spread quickly.
Towards the end of the day's run, the scenery became akin to
sheep country back home: dry-looking with big open plains. The wind
blew up and was so strong that it knocked me over four times. Adding
to my injury list are another two lost toenails (I'm now just about out
of nails) and gravel rash on my shoulder and hands from where I tried
to break my falls.
January 29
This is the second day in a row that the wind has beaten me. Yesterday
I ran only 61 kilometres and I was exhausted, and today I pulled the
plug at 70 kilometres, after being pushed around the road like a puny
kid by a schoolyard bully. The wind has been my enemy for a lot of the
run, and it seems it won't give up until it breaks me. I don't know how
long I can go on; instead of feeling closer, the finish seems to be mov-
ing further and further away.
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