Firstly, if you don't excercise regually then NEVER attempt this task. I regret completing this one, you will too.

I decided to try to walk 25 miles aka. 40.2336 km from sunset to sunrise. I have to admit that I'm not the fittest person so this was a challenge.

I packed a drink, a camera, a reading light (didn't have a working torch), two sandwiches, sandshoes (sneakers), socks. I was wearing my signature rainbow monkey jacket and sandals (big mistake) when I left.

See the route I took.

Most of the journey was uneventful. In fact, for half of it I wasn't even aware I was really walking, my mind was elsewhere, in a kind of half-tired, half-bored stupor. The whole walk was extremely boring.

I realise that the point of this task is to get more people walking so as to reduce conjestion in the city, so walking in the country is pointless. Meh.

To show that I did in fact walk this, I took photos of all the road signs that pointed me to my next destination. Let me give you what happened that was worth mentioning:

I walked around the Green Hills then out to the Stanley Turnoff. From there, I turned right and started to make my way towards Smithton. Nothing happened for a while. I heard lots of bush animals running or bounding away from me when I got near them. Stayed next to the highway, still bored. A few cars passed me. One man (only) did stop but I sent him on, reassuring him I was not stranded. Got to the road that led to Forest. Started walking that way.

I think the cows were scared of me. Well, there was a hell of a lot of cows in the field next to me and everytime I moved forward they moved around a bit. I started walking along but they started running. In the same direction. I was literally walking alongside this semi-stampede and it was really freaking me out. I was worried the cows might break through the fence and trample me.

I got really weary walking towards Forest. I wanted food, water and rest. It took all my will power not to stop on the side of the (very dark) road and recuparate there. I was about to stop when I saw two pinpricks of light. I though it must be the lamposts in Forest. If I could just get over the next hill...

5 hills later, my depth perception returned although it turns out I was right. They were the lamposts in the centre of Forest. I sat down on a nice rock that was just passing though Forest's centre (which is just a crossroads really) and ate and drank.

I thought I lost my way on the next leg of my journey, and may have been panicking, had I not been so tired. I never actually lost my way, it was just dark. When I got to the Wiltshire turnoff my feet were starting to hurt.

The last 11-ish kilometres were the hardest. Both feet were hurting badly and I had to keep stopping to sit down. I wasn't getting anywhere fast. As I made my very slow progress down the highway, it started to get lighter. The sky was getting less of a dark violet and more of an dark indigo.

I finally got to the Stanley Turnoff. My feet were hurting to the extreme. I changed into my sandshoes and ignored the phone box. It was getting lighter. After many stops, I decided I could not continue along the road. I walked along a path (marker C on the map) out to the beach hoping that the sand would be more gentle on my feet. I was wrong. It was only slightly less painful. I traveled about 1 kilometre down the beach before sitting down on a piece of driftwood. I stayed there for a while.

By this point the sun had risen. Well, I didn't complete my own personal goal but I didn't really care. See the video to get an idea of my mood. I was tired, felt sick and was in pain. Not happy Jan. I was saved by a man, Chris, and his dog, Curly. He was walking along the beach and passed me. We exchanged pleasantries. He noticed I was hurt and I explained what I'd been doing. He offered to take me back into town. For a brief second I considered declining but regard for my honour was put aside. I took him up on his offer.

His house, and car, was actually a little past point C so I needed to walk another kilometre and a bit back so I could get a lift. At this point I just gritted my teeth and bared it. I just wanted my bed. We talked for a bit. I found out he was a specialist wood supplier (for guitars and things). He drove me back into town and dropped me off at my house. I went to bed after taking a photo of the clock.

Now I know what you're saying "He didn't complete his journey" Well actually I didn't need to. The path I chose was over the 40.2336 km gaol. It was about 43km. All I needed to do was walk 40.2336 of those. I worked out my path on the beach and I honestly believe that I did walk 25 miles. If not I was bloody close to it.

Vanessa Carlton and The Proclaimers need to be slapped.