36 km today. I started running later than ever this morning because I couldn’t fall asleep until 4 A.M. and I was too tired. I said goodbye to my good friend, Wilan, at around 3 o’clock. I love this man. He’s brilliant.
In the evening I walked in the rain until about 00:00, and it felt great. No stress. I set up the tent on a wooden platform and I thought “God, please prevent the water from entering inside the tent tonight. Thanks” and I fell asleep thinking that I’m almost done. Should I be glad that it will end soon or should I feel sad? That is the question.