It's nearly 3 weeks now since I did the Oxfam Trailwalker - departing Darlington at 7 am on the Friday morning, with the knowledge that it was forecast to warm up to 33 degrees. Yikes! Those of you who have followed me for a while know that summer is not my bag - that I melt even at the thought of the thermometer heading over 27 degrees, so I knew this would be a challenge before I started.
|My mascot stone :)|
Far from being despondent I was very impressed with myself - I had walked 73 km, much of it in the heat and I had survived through sheer bloody-mindedness and the support of my fantastic team. I was so pumped I vowed to do it again next year and finish it. I'm still wanting to do it again after recovering (sore, crampy legs, 2 big blisters, not bad really) but I think I might train for it next time ...
It was a profound experience for me as I had to be really present to survive - I've been having trouble with that lately. Here's what I wrote in my diary just after the walk:
"I was walking with 3 other amazing women, who made me feel part of the group and that I mattered as they helped me keep my cool and keep my spirits up. I had to hunker down inside myself and find that inner strength to carry on. No room for ruminations about the trivia of life - this was about survival. I was fully present."
And dad was there with me every step of the way - I had my little foxy stone in my pocket. It was the last present I ever gave to dad, it was for his birthday last year - it's a little reminder of him, and I had a feeling he was saying to me as I walked, "You're fantastic too."