A year ago to the day I took on my biggest ever personal challenge - hiking a 100km stretch of the Jurassic Coast in one go.
I got three quarters of the way. At 75km, I was physically and emotionally destroyed. I could barely walk; in fact, my final memory is me lying in the middle of a path at 6 in the morning. My feet had swollen to the size of an elephant's head. My toe nails were on the verge of the abyss (disclaimer: one is still black today). But most of all, my soul was broken accepting I was going to have to give up.
12 months on and it only seemed fitting to go back to this idyllic place. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the beauty was difficult to take in when all I could think about was how much further I could go without having to take a nature 💩. It kinda passed us all by.
But LOOK. Just LOOK at that. Dear lord am I lucky to live down here. And now, a year on, I can finally look at my "failed" challenge as anything but a failure. I can see the process I took to get there. The money I raised in doing so. The awesome feat my body and mind took on to even get that far.
Perspective is a wonderful thing, isn't it?