“At the end of the storm there’s a golden sky” – HH
But to get through the 100km storm is torturous to say the least.
Running through the dark trail, going up the stab-in-the-calves hills, waddling through the 3-km plus river, being electrocuted by the fence, getting bloody blisters, roasting under the blistering heat, with endless cuts and bruises in between.
Darn it, it was fun, but also excruciatingly agonising.