My body is breaking beneath me, piece by piece.
Every day there is a new ailment. So far, I have eight - both ankles, both knees, my ass, my left shoulder, and both wrists.
Hitting the road in the morning is becoming a longer and longer process what with the growing list of bits I have to massage and stretch and put anti-chaffing cream and Deep Heat on.
But I am determined to at least get to Leon on Friday. After that I can reassess.
Today's distance was roughly 35km on an undulating and slightly uninteresting road.
Like I was saying yesterday, I have deviated from the traditional Camino walking route slightly, and it has gotten kind of lonely.
There are no other pilgrims around, and there won't be any until I rejoin the route tomorrow.
So for now I trudge ever onwards through orange landscapes and broken down villages.
I stopped for a breather in a town called Melgar de Fernamental.
It had a nice church and a place to fill up my water bottle.
I stopped for the night at a 24-hour petrol station which had a hotel attached to it.
Everyone there seemed to either be a policeman or a trucker for some reason.
Tomorrow I hit the road for 60km trek which passes the halfway mark! I can't wait.