I can’t walk.
And it’s all my own fault.
Eli can’t walk either.
That’s my fault too.
Ache behind the knee, hips grind and crunch, ankles solid lumps of protesting tissue. Even my shoulder blades hurt. I knew we were in trouble just 10 minutes in.
Just 10 minutes in to our 10 mile walk across Derbyshire Peaks and troughs of soft hillocks and patsy valleys, we were wheezing and worried.
This is just a bloody walk for God’s sake, not a yomp across the moors.
But today it feels like a yomp, as we shuffle hunch backed to and fro, and Eli looks at me with the tiniest hint of – I told you so.