A small collection of buildings, sporting a car-park, presented itself. A breif stay of execution in 'Suicide Alley'. By now, my foot was becomingmore than just an inconvienience. A sharp pain was in the motions of making itself more than known in the deeper workings of the bones accompanying my ankle. The foot would no longer flex correctly as I walked. Rolling off to the side with each step... And grimace. No longer being able to walk properly, I continued by passing the weight as fast as humanley possible over the foot in question and back upon my other functioning friend. My gait had become restricted to a pathetic, plodding limp. 110kms later, I would have the injury diagnosed as a stress fracture. A crack in the bone. I would proceed to walk another 110kms on
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