Day 7.
Tuesday September 6, 2016
Today was the final day of the West Highland Way. The final 24km(but actually 30km).
After such a long day yesterday, I simply did not want to walk. At all. Anywhere. Ever again.
The day began a little later than I had hoped, my feet were very sore so I was moving very slowly. And it began with a hefty climb to the top of the ridge. I was soon getting passed by everyone as I was walking slower than I ever had.
When I reached the top of the ridge and looked back at the village I had left an embarrassing 40 minutes before, I almost held my breath. It was a beautiful view. I was captivated. Suddenly I had energy all over again.
There was certainly a part of me that simply did not want to keep going, but the sun was finally shining (a rare occurrence to be treasured!) and the views were once again breathtaking.
It seems everyday of walking brought new and varied and stunning scenery. And so, as much as I did not want to be walking, I also couldn't imagine doing anything else. I both couldn't wait for it to be over, and never wanted it to end.
The last of the walk was very painful. A long time on pavement. And the end, in the middle of town next to a statue of a man rubbing his feet brought relief and a bit of sadness.
I loved this walk. Even the painful parts. I'm still processing everything - and imagine I will be for a long time to come. Part of me is already dreaming about coming back and doing it all again.
The West Highland Way has captured a part of me - and it won't be letting go anytime soon.
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