Matt drove me the night earlier. We hung out with his uncle and had some beers before heading to his Grandma's house to stay the night. I got way to drunk and passed out instantly, before our pizzas finished cooking. In the morning, after a rough start, Matt drove me to the Southern terminus of the Bruce Trail. I didn't start hiking til about 930, which wasn't great. I made good time to start, walking 25 km in about 4.5 hours. Rapidly my body started to fail me shortly after this. I hiked 10 km further, but it took me 3 hours. I then realized I wouldn't be able to make it to Jordan valley before they close at 9 pm. So I decided to stop early at the nearby Scout Camp, but was confronted by many "no trespassing' signs. Then randomly Matt texted me, saying he just woke up and was still in the area. He ended up picking me up and drove me all the way back to London. This was the first time I abandoned my plans, and DID NOT do what I set out to do... I was pretty disappointed in myself, specifically my legs. I am blaming my "INSOLELESS" shoes.