One evening in January of 2014, at 7:00 pm, I began running, jogging, walking, leaning and sitting for 24 hours. It was exciting to me. 24 hours later, at 7:00 pm, it was over. 71 miles had been covered on foot. Tired? You bet, but it felt good and I was proud of me.
This took place at Amicalola Falls State Park in north Georgia. They granted me permission to do this.
My age at that time was 63 years old. There were no adverse affects, just tired a day or two. It was enjoyable.
I’m not sure of the value in doing this, other than something to speak of. In the refrigeration industry, there were several times we worked 24 hours and once we had a stretch of 72 hours without sleep. In the Navy we had a few times we worked for 24 to 30 hours or so, without sleep. Ah, but I was much much younger then.
Posting this is getting my attention. What could I handle at almost 69 years of age? Maybe go 12 hours, I dunno. It’s amazing though, the stirring inside of me at this moment.