The "thank you" speech has been done on the "Linha do Douro" log because one can't separate these two caches. One's got to walk the whole 45Km to know what it really feels like. But if the first day is to raise the bar in terms of resistance, the second day completes with a massive dose of adrenaline.
I slept like a rock. Had a cold shower to help me wake up. Then had a breakfast of champions. It didn't work. I was still numb and sore when we hit the tracks. Until we saw the first bridge. Fear of heights? The worst about fear of heights is knowing there will be some more 12 bridges ahead and they'd all going to be much worst. Much longer. Much higher.
In this particular geocache, as in life, we'll all learn how to dominate our worst fears. We'll eventually get the hang of things and start dealing as it's close to nothing. We'll find value and beauty on things we weren't aware of. We'll find new challenges inside the challenge. We'll end up knowing ourselves (and the others) better. In the end, when the dust settles and the last task was left behind without any effort whatsoever, we'll be better persons. We'll think we could start over again and make things better, wiser, quicker and easier.
I was able to walk consistently for 500+ meter fractions on top of the rails, keeping my balance and getting a good decent running speed and without messing up more my sore legs and feet. On any of the other bridges, I'd start panicking when standing in a 30cm width panel just because I looked down and there was nothing below. What if we just could ignore the sensorial inputs about what's beneath? What if we'd be able to selectively ignore what annoys us, what troubles us, and focus on where we put our feet, on ourselves? We'd keep walking fast and trouble free. The pit would still be there, but we'd run straight and we wouldn't fall. We'd forget the "what if" part.
And then, even in the darkest and longest tunnels, there's always a light at the end of it. Even when we feel we're running out of stamina and we're dragging ourselves thinking it'll take forever to get out, we'll always have something left inside that will make us run like mad for the last remaining meters, together with a smile on our faces.
What a beautiful metaphor for life.
That's why I was walking in silence for the most of the day. To yell "THANK YOU ALL", from the highest bridge so that the whole world could hear it.
Logged from my phone using the Geocache Navigator by Trimble