Like any pilot who’s about to fly an aircraft, a smooth take-off is key to success . You don’t want any curved balls thrown at this point of proceedings. Life isn’t like that though and getting ready to take-off on another adventure has proven to be anything but a smooth runway.
It’s a strange title and one that might be easily misconstrued. You may expect this article to be concerned with the finer detail of the 100 Cols tour that I want to undertake this summer. You could be forgiven for thinking it might be about mental preparation or the fundraising aspects of my next journey, but it isn’t that either. The challenge I’m rising to at the moment is one where changes seem to dominate my life, both in the detail, and the bigger picture.
I was talking to somebody this week about those awful nomograms that are used to see whether we are over weight, under weight, too tall, too short, keeping up our learning, and numerous other things. They are really just a graph of what is considered the upper and lower margins of what constitutes normal. Generally speaking we don’t like them. We all want to conform to some extent and being told we aren’t within the comfortable fold can be quite challenging.
It’s been a quiet week in Hatherleigh. Not because I have been quiet myself, but because the weather gods have finally decided to let the sun shine and temperatures rise. Last week was the first week since last years tour that I rode five days out of six. I wanted a barometer, something to gauge where I was and what would happen when I asked more than I usually dare in the winter months.
Sometimes in life you have to let go of the reigns, trust to luck, or instinct, whatever it is. I’ve reached that point right now and consequently had to go down a path that I felt uncomfortable with. In the last three years I’ve had to face many things I’m not comfortable with. It certainly doesn’t get any easier with the passage of time. Each new challenge feels as big as all the others put together as I endeavour to rebuild my life.
At school I used to run. I never liked competing, preferring to find solace around the lanes where I lived. By year eight I was beating most of the year nine’s in the county, and by year nine I held all the records for every cross-country course up to and including year thirteen. I earned many cross-country and athletic titles in South Northants area , Northants AAA, and County schools, but the running I enjoyed the most was leaving my house and taking to the roads where I could find peace and solace from an already troubled mind.