You don’t walk 770km (if not more) to come away entirely unscathed. All that trauma leaves you with sores, hammertoes, blisters, you name it. And while your feet may eventually adapt (or at least get used to the pain), it still leaves its mark. My own feet still carry their own souvenirs, three months on.
All the same, I was surprised to see just how differently people fared. Some feet were battered after less than 100km while others were fresh as daisies after over 1800km. Mine definitely took a beating, but I think that next time (and there will be a next time), they’ll fare a bit better.