So this is kind of a break from the norm, a more personal post, oohh-eerr. Not that I’m against getting personal on this blog, but most of my posts lately have been more about business and creativity than actual life.
About a year or so ago I started getting itchy feet for adventure.
We’d started doing a lot more walking with the dog, longer walks over moors, fields, woodland and hills. We’d spend our weekends getting aquatinted with the outdoors, pushing ourselves to walk further and harder than before. I’d started doing more classes at the gym and I could see huge physical improvements. I could climb up rocks that I’d have previously cried about, I wasn’t afraid to scramble down hills, and I started punching the air when I made it to the top of tough hills.
There were low points too, of course. That time I cried on the moors because my jeans weren’t flexible enough (I soon invested in actual walking trousers), and I had ridiculous menstrual cramps. I think I told the Pennine Way to go fuck itself. Or the time I thought I’d never get down the muddiest banking ever, and cried again. I’m such a fucking pussy sometimes.
I cry less now, and punch the air more. Just the other week I traversed the boggiest downhill section in Holmfirth, and whooped the whole way, not caring if I fell and got dirty, just happy in the fact that I no longer gave any fucks about the mud. Ice though, I still cry about ice.
I started to crave more. Bigger challenges, something more testing, something that would probably make me cry but feel like a god damn heroine after the fact.
On May 1st 2015 we start the first of our adventures, walking the length of Hadrian’s Wall. We start in Newcastle and walk East to West, ending up in Bowness-on-Solway.
It’s going to be a walk of firsts for me:
- The first multi-day hike
- The first time I’ll have camped in over 8 years (and not at a music festival)
- The first time I’ll have carried a huge pack over a great distance
- The first time I’ll have seen a giant stone phallus*
It’s around 84 miles, through towns, country, woodland, fields, and bogs. It’ll be hard work, but worth it… I think.
I was the fat kid with asthma in school, I shied away from sports and didn’t even dream of doing anything like the Duke of Edinburgh. But now, at 30 years old, I’m pushing myself totally out of my comfort zone and feeling more content than ever before. Just look at what my body can do! These legs, these thunder thighs, are going to carry me across the entire country. I’ve already started planning our next adventures, and eventually I’d love to do something even further out of my comfort zone (Machu Picchu or Kilimanjaro), but for now, those 84 miles are what I’m aiming for.
So here’s to adventures, pushing your boundaries, and doing things that you never expected. Here’s to standing at the top of a muddy bank, crying that you won’t make it down, but having no choice but to do it, succeeding, then feeling all kinds of awesome.
*You should probably follow me on instagram to see the delights of my trip, stone phallus included.