Pb baby or 400 yards my arse

PB baby or 400 yards my are!
Today we walked 23 miles.  This is officially 3 miles more than I have ever walked before but as our guide said to me this morning when I expressed some trepidation, what is another 3 if you are hiking 20?  We started in Richmond and "the girls" as those of us who run our mouths and our feet at the same pace have been nicknamed, insisted at stopping at a tea shop to make up for the imaginary stop we were tricked into yesterday to keep us moving.  We took take away treats.  The goal today was distance so that we can climb into the moors of Heathcliff and Cathy tomorrow.  There were farmlands and country lanes.  We stopped at the church where the oldest man to ever live in england lived.  He was supposedly 169 years old when he died and if they are fibbing, they have invested an awful lot of stone and slate through the years to prove their point.  We stopped for lunch and changed into our rain gear, including my pink pants-yes I have a picture- just before we got hit with the first downpour of the trip.  We continned to walk along, covering distance, and getting closer to the moors, convinced we would not be allowed to stop until we hit the mountains.  Wendy thought we might be allowed to stop before we hit the highway but once there we were told to run across in a break of rush hour traffic.  I didn't think I could make it but we did, giggling a little bit as we crossed to the divider and then made a made dash to the end.  On the other side we could see the van-hurrah-but our guide told us we needed to go another 400 yards to the cross at Inglesby.  Trip ended up being another mile and when I finished I used the phrase that started this essay.  He's been repeating it ever since.  Could,t have done it without Liz and Wendy as the other "girls" have dropped out or gone back to work. They are my Heros.  The pb baby stands for personal best and is liz's phrase.