I love my husband. I really do. But sometimes he doesn't make the wisest decisions.
Friday night he went out to dinner and drinks with some people from work. Apparently after some yummy Indian food and while the beer was a flowing he agreed to participate in a 51 kilometer walk on Sunday. Yes I said 51 kilometers. And for all us Americans who stink at the metric system, that is 31.69 MILES.
I got an email Saturday night saying that Matt was having to stay the night at someone from work's house because they had to be at the walk at 4:30 am, with flashlights, and the trains do not run that early. The walk would take 12-15 hours. I informed him to make sure he took his cell phone so someone could call the ambulance when he passed out. While Matt is in decent shape, you need to keep in mind he hasn't trained for this and he wanted to take a taxi back home from a morning run.
Interestingly enough, someone failed to mention to him that the walk started at the bottom of Rokko Mountain in Suma and ended near Osaka, all via the mountains.
Matt managed to finish the walk in 13 hours. He said there was 3,000 people in this walk and there were only 10-20 westerners. They ate granola bars and got water from vending machines along the way and basically did not stop. His feet and ankles were already swollen. I can't wait to hear how he feels the next two days. I guess maybe this is why Japanese people do not worry about what they eat nor is there a rush on diet pills at any time. Who needs to diet when you walk 30 miles on a weekend?
Matt sent me a few emails during the walk. Here are his pictures, with his own captions. Try not to laugh too hard. Even though it is kinda funny.
What was I thinking?
Holy Sh--. This is nuts. I am just over half way. Up and down mountains.
Finish line - That is definitely the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. My whole body hurts.