During the night I recognized that my body had gone as far as it could go. I needed rest. I struggled. I needed to finish. I rationalized: even God rested one day out of seven. I didn’t want to come home having failed. I didn’t want to wreck my body for a certificate.
I sacrificed a lot in High School to be valedictorian. Not one person, not even at a job interview, has ever asked me about it. I will relinquish the certificate.
This morning I calculated that I had walked 114 km of mountainous terrain and came up with 70 miles.
So, at 70 years of age I walked 70 miles in 5 days.
I have done enough.
Maybe that is more important to say than I have finished.
Jesus finished so I don’t have to.