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what a great night! duncs had got us an upgrade on the overnight ferry from Holland so we went delux class! the mini bar was free but we had to refrain from turning to heavy drinking at that juncture...

we decided to dedicate the day to a two year old girl, Babou. Her mother gave birth to her unaccompanied on the roof of a train station in Mumbai after the hospital turned her away. not able to make ends meet, Babou's mother was sold to a trafficker, aged just two. she hasnt been seen since. it was all the motivation we needed to run another 25 miles today.

As we set off, I felt emotion welling up - part empathy for the reasons we were running and part in apprehension for the run ahead. Nearly six hours later, the emotions burst out again - this time in pure relief. Duncs blubbed too - so i knew it wasn't just me going soft!!

no snow today but was harder in some ways on the concrete roads. the body was in open revolt: knees, achillies and calves led the attempted coup. i had to hold the line - obedience was a non-negotiable!!

tomorrow's run includes a six mile hill - so sure the revolutionary body parts will plot another uprising. more tears likely.

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