This time in 4 weeks I’ll have just completed the first day climbing up Mount Kilimanjaro. This is something that I have dreamed of doing for as long as I can remember. I have no idea why, or what triggered this dream, but all I know is that its always been there in the back of mind.
Three weeks ago I publicly committed to completing 50 challenges in 2 years; some physical, some on my bucket list, some out of my comfort zone, some more charitable and so on. Almost instantly I thought ‘oh no, I’ve actually got to do these now and how am I going to tick off almost one a fortnight’. Not so clever Victoria, why couldn’t you just be like ‘normal’ people and spend your time off relaxing instead of manically making plans.
The answer is all in my mind. I have come to realise that I am never completely happy unless I’m pushing myself – I thrive under pressure or when out of my comfort zone. Not necessarily at the time, but afterwards the adrenalin and exhilaration that I feel can stay with me for hours, days and even weeks. The irony though is that more often than not whilst I am actually completing the challenge, usually a run, I am in a constant negative battle with my mind. A typical run goes something like this….