It’s flat. In fact, parts of it under sea level.
I dream of walking hills and mountains. *Wistful sigh*
I’m sure the reality would involve a lot of red-faced puffing, panting and pain but for now we’ll stick with the dreamy image of sunbeams, snowy peaks and lederhosen…
Sometimes though, you have to do something about those dreams. Grab life by the balls and make those dreams a reality.
Simply put, those Mountains were calling, and indeed I must go.
The long desired National three peaks challenge, finally booked. *Happy dance*
And why stop there?
The Yorkshire Three Peaks, (about to be) booked, camping, with a group of strangers from the internet, I’m sure nothing can go wrong there…
A practice walk up Snowdon, tentatively pencilled in. (Admittedly more about cleaning up the caches there than actual training, but that’s just between you and me…)
The Peddar’s way – all 46 miles of it, booked. No hills on this one, it’s looming close though.
Indeed exciting times ahead and for once, I’m actually preparing, any free time I can grab is currently spent walking. Whilst I can’t practice on hills I can cover some distance. Oh and run up the stairs lots of times, it’s practically the same as scaling a mountain right? 😉
The training not stopping there, plenty of evenings spent at the gym in a quest to build my fitness.
So yes, I am still alive. Still caching. Still walking. Blogging – not so much. 😉