The sun beat down on me, relentless in its ferocity, but I welcomed its warmth. I had been walking for over 20 hours, and the rhythmic motion of my feet had become almost meditative. I was no longer thinking about the Callary, or the miles still to come. I was simply existing, one step at a time.
Now, in the café, I’m watching the darkness settle. I haven’t even scratched the surface of 100 hours. The journey is long, and the unknown ahead is intimidating. 100 hours walking towards the callary chapter 1
The author uses Chapter 1 to establish a "starved" environment. Everything in the world of the Callary feels sparse: The Callary: A 100-Hour Walking Challenge - Chapter