I went hiking yesterday! Yes, indeedy-o. I know it's sad but I'm super proud of myself. It kind of feels like I've closed a chapter of my life, hopefully for good.
I mentioned it a few times, but, this time last year I couldn't walk. I had Guillain-Barré syndrome which left me wheelchair bound and pretty much unable to do anything for myself. To add insult to injury, while having tests for the GBS a large, pre-cancerous tumor was discovered on my aorta. All of this required many months in the hospital and quite a bit of physiotherapy. There is also the associated PTSD this brought up but that's really abated with time and therapy.
So... I think it's ok for me to be happy that I climbed, a mountain yesterday. Admittedly, it only just classifies as a mountain but it made me happy.
Today, my thighs are killing me and I'm bloody knackered but that can do nothing to dent my sense of achievement.
About a third of the way up. Those scarier mountains in the distance are just taunting me!
About two thirds of the way up. Those flats are the peat bogs, which crazy people have snorkel races in.
At the 'summit'. Yeah, the weather got crap in over lunch but I got to use my new rain gear! It's sad that made me so happy.
And now I'm being dragged away to watch the Rose of Tralee. It's fun in a sadistically cheesie way. :)