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the end and the aftermath

9/6/2015

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Is it really so long since I wrote a blog post?  Time in the final stages diminished to a focus on my immediate needs, what I had to do that day and the following one.  I never had enough time for all the things I wanted to do, responding to messages, writing blog posts, sitting in quiet corners for long periods of time simply doing nothing at all.  It was all a push to get to the end; I set myself the target of 22nd August about a month in advance.  It helped to have a date to work to but it meant, in my procrastinatory way, I rested and fiddled my days until I absolutely had to walk as much as possible for the last few weeks in order to get there.  Each day a push, no time for anything else but walking.  I was finishing, somehow I didn't even want to, I didn't want it to stop, I didn't want the extreme love and support I felt from so many people to end.  My life felt easy, I knew what it was, I knew what to do and people were helping me to do it.  Ending meant an unknown, getting off the safe tracks of a route and a backpack, I would have options, I had no idea what to do with them.


I finished!  I walked to the clocktower in Machynlleth.  My steps dragged as I walked down the street, the final 200m of thousands of miles and I was scared of ending.  I cried, unexpectedly, as I crossed the road and my friends cheered.  Here it was, the finish.  I'd done it.  I'd set out on a journey, to walk an unthinkable, eyebrow raising number of miles and I, silly, vague, plump, unprepared, determined, stubborn me had actually bloody done it.  The point I'd been focused on for so long.
I got drunk and hugged people in a happy, dazed kind of a way.  The next day I went to a festival.  In some ways it was great, I had no time to think about what I'd just experienced.  In other ways it was awful, too much noise and hedonism, I felt very disconnected.



Finally, here I am at my brothers house, two weeks later.  I've experienced some sadness but not as much as I expected.  I think it helps not to have a home to return to, feeling changed and trying to see how I fit into familiar surroundings.  I'm still journeying, in a way, but this time picking up my rucksack and hitchiking from place to place.  I have the luxury of my brothers house and then a house sit, places to rest my body and recover my thoughts, angle them towards new plans.
Having direction helps too; I'm not adrift in the absence of an intense and overpowering project, I know where I'm going.  I'm aiming for book writing and, long term, I'm aiming to walk across Europe.  There is no life to pick up again following the big walk, wondering if I fit it or even want it at all, there's only a life to be lived, time to enjoy until the next goodbye, the next adventure.  This feels like a good thing, this wanting to leave again.  Cancer made me so weak, so vulnerable I went from being a live, powerful being to a scared and vulnerable one, needing roots and security.  When I set out on this 3700 mile walk I wondered what I was doing, leaving Machynlleth, my place of safety and friendship, my community.  As I walked I realised I was strong enough again, I'd healed, I could be out in the world again, I could handle it.  And so I feel good about leaving again; I am able.
Something else helps too - less walking means less pain.  I don't miss the constant pain I experienced every day.  My body was ready to stop.  Parts of me were ready to stop after 500 miles, I just pushed and cajoled them to keep going, far beyond what they wanted to to.  I'm talking to you plantar tendons.  I spent most of the walk trying to keep them from ripping further from my heel bones, coping with the damage already done.  It feels good to be sitting on this sofa.  I don't miss sleeping on the hard ground.  I don't miss the heavy bag weighing my shoulders down.  I don't miss pain at all.


My body is still incredibly tense.  I know from my experiences in previous endurance events (okay, one endurance event) that I need time to bring it down from its active state.  My body is an overworked horse, I may have taken the saddle off but it doesn't know that this is truly over, that it doesn't need to keep going.  I had three massages last week, each only showing my just how tense many parts of me still are, my shoulders in particular are absolutely solid.  I walked yesterday, just a stroll with family, two hours around a closed down theme park, reliving memories.  Today my body aches, I am lowering myself, crabwise down the stairs, each joint and tendon shouting their existence, a cacophony of body awareness.  There's plenty to do, mainly stretching, something I am not very good at remembering.


I feel as if I could sleep forever, each day is a dazy expanse of hours, mainly spent eating and playing cards and looking at the internet.  I'm taking tentative steps into a Kickstarter project, researching self publishing a book.  I'm treading a line between adequate rest and keeping up a self-imposed work ethic.  I think I'm doing it right.  It feels right.
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Elizabeth Williams link
9/7/2015 01:20:41 pm

Congratulations on journey ended. You inspire me to do better by me. I have followed your every step from first to last. My husbands family is from Wales. It has been you who has allowed me to see the country as if I were right there walking with you, beside you. I never missed one of your posts. Thank you. If you ever find yourself here in the province of British Columbia, Canada, you have a place to hang your hat.

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Jonathan link
9/9/2015 12:11:07 am

I found your card in The Cwtch - a tearoom in Builth Wells - when I was doing my own walk across Wales last month (just one side to the other, not like your epic journey!). I'm sorry I wasn't able to read all your blogs as you were on the move, but I'm looking forward to reading them in one hit now!

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Naa Tally
9/19/2015 06:24:30 am

Hey Ursula, I really enjoyed reading this, so beautifully written and wver so inspirational!!!... I'm a friend of Laura Cottreil's, please feel free to stay for free if you're ever up Brighton, UK way. Wishing you all the very best in all your endeavours!!!. I'm going to enjoy working my way through all of your blog posts as I've only read a few whilst you were travelling, much love natx

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