I did it!

That's right, I made it round in a not too shabby 8 hours 10 minutes. While I had been feeling quite anxious about it in the days leading up to the event, the walk itself was lovely and not actually as hard as I'd feared. Don't get me wrong, by the last couple of miles I did feel like someone had been smacking my legs with planks of wood - but there was no point during the 26 miles when I felt like giving up. Part of that was due to the beauty of the city itself - and even though I've visited Edinburgh many times I saw it from a different perspective completely (witnessing dawn break over the Firth of Forth was magical). I also hadn't expected there to be so much support during the walk - from passers by (even cheerful drunks), fellow walkers and from the wonderful stewards who, despite standing in the cold for hours, still managed to smile and shout encouraging words as we walked past. Those people definitely deserve a medal. So, after crossing the finishing line and drinking the best cup of tea I think I've ever had - when someone asked me if I would do it again next year, despite my throbbing feet and sleep-deprived brain there's no doubt in my mind that I'll be getting my feather and sequinned bra out again in 12 months time.

Is it too late to back out....?

Well, I'm on the train to Edinburgh, trainers and decorated bra packed. I can't believe how quickly the Moonwalk has come around, and I don't think I've done nearly enough training. Still, I have some secret weapons, namely some walking socks that promise 'no blisters - guaranteed' (my solicitor is on stand-by if I need to sue later) and an ipod playlist with some inspirational songs including 'Eye of the Tiger' and the theme from Flashdance. If that doesn't get me round I don't know what will. Am now just praying that the rain will hold off....