I had overdone it. Thirty one kilometres is a long way to walk in one day and my knees (both of them now) were letting me know they were not impressed. Not in the least.
I iced them using some ice cubes I found in the freezer in the albergue’s kitchen and took some ibuprofin (I was popping these things so much lately I started calling them my vitamin I) but I was feeling pretty discouraged. For the first time on this trip I doubted my ability to make it to Santiago. I told myself I would see how I felt in the morning before making any drastic decisions.