At the end we’re given a medal, a bottle of water and a kiss from Patrick, the organiser! Then it’s over.
Day 2 was hot. Very hot. The sort of hot you do not go out in. Of course it didn’t start out that way, first thing in the morning: then it’s really quite nice. A good holiday sort of temperature. A nice 20 minute walk and then a dip in the pool sort of heat. Except day 2 is 7 hour toil across scalding salt flats, with a lovely hour-long 25 degree hill to climb (ropes needed in places) at the hottest time of the day.
I will assure you that, for me, running the Sahara Desert is not about the running.