Staying at a Hostel in Westport Ireland, I met a man from Calgary. He commented that I was traveling light. I did my normal spiel on Fanny Trekking and he said he'd never heard of it. I told him I researched extensively before starting out and found nothing on the subject. So I’m, in fact, the first Fanny Trekker on earth. And having made it through a week and a half Fanny Trek before, I hold myself as the foremost authority on the matter.
My position is still very strong. I’m on my third pair of socks and second pair of insoles for my boots. I find that thin socks keep my feet from sweating (or stinking). I ditched my underwear a few days ago – I’ll try to grab a new pair soon – for now I’m commando. I haven’t managed a Laundromat yet, but have ironically been showering regularly. Ironic because I detest showering; I’ve been showering far more often than I do in normal life. One of the women I stayed with in an apartment in Liverpool, insisted on washing my shit. I obliged. My legs remain strong, but I’m developing runner’s knee – a pain behind the knee from extensive use. I thought of seeking treatment, but opted to take the best advice a coach can give his players...walk it off. I walked approximately 15 kilometers yesterday, through the countryside of Wicklow County.
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