Rain, Mud, and a Warm Welcome
Daily miles: 20.33 | Total miles: 7,419.28
I woke up at 6:30am, knowing today would be a shorter run—just over 20 miles—to reach Glenda, who had kindly invited me to stay on their property tonight. The forecast promised rain, especially in the morning, so I didn’t rush. Coffee, some bread from yesterday, and a hot shower before stepping out into the cold, wet air. Around 8am I set off, bundled up and ready to run the distance in one go.
Once I navigated out of town and onto the highway, the rain intensified. Puddles lined the roadside, and every passing truck gave me an icy splash. Within minutes, I was soaked through. At that point, there’s no turning back—just focus and keep moving.
The first few miles in the cold, steady rain were about pushing through discomfort. But then, something shifted. My legs found their rhythm, my breathing steadied, my posture felt strong, and my mind cleared. It’s strange how the same miserable conditions can suddenly feel almost meditative. I can’t hold that state the whole time, but dipping in and out of it makes all the difference.
Ron, Glenda’s husband, drove by to check on me. Two cars even stopped to offer a lift, but I had to keep going—if I stop, I get too cold, and it’s hard to start again.
After about 15 miles, the rain eased. I turned onto a side road Glenda had recommended, and soon after, she and Ron appeared in their car to warn me about the mud ahead. I appreciated the heads-up—sometimes it’s good to know what you’re about to face.
The road led me into a beautiful forest, with kangaroos hopping across my path and a chorus of birds filling the air. It was so moving that I stopped for a moment, listening and feeling tears of joy well up.
Then came the mud. Thick, sticky, and unavoidable—my wheels and shoes sank deep, and the resistance was intense. But I kept my focus on the beauty around me, knowing a warm shower and a long afternoon of rest were waiting. Ron passed by again, smiling to see I’d made it through.
When I arrived at their property, I was welcomed by the sight of a small house, a shed, a caravan, and two tiny container homes in the distance. Glenda greeted me warmly and showed me my space in the caravan, their home, the shed, the chickens, and the bathroom. Inside the van, a cornucopia of snacks and comforts awaited. It felt like a hug in physical form.
After a hot shower and a little bite to eat, Glenda took me into Dimboola to visit the Dimboola Imaginarium—a former National Bank building transformed by Jamie and Chan into a gift shop and art accommodation. Every corner of the place was unique: extravagant, eccentric, and full of creative details. Jamie gave us the full tour, including the shop, the garden, and the chickens.
Back at the property, I had the privilege of meeting Gobb, Glenda’s father-in-law, who lives in one of the container houses. We had a lovely chat before I cooked some eggs, made a salad, and enjoyed yoghurt with nuts for dessert.
It’s been a day full of contrasts—cold rain and warm hospitality, muddy roads and beautiful forests, solitude and wonderful company. Thank you, Glenda and Ron, for opening your door to me. It’s beautiful here.
See you tomorrow. Andrea