Having more than a handful of adventures under my belt now this is becoming an all too familiar occurrence. I have this vision well in advance of an upcoming challenge. I envision being super fit. Super ready. Super organised. Sponsors bursting out of my ears etc etc.
It's NEVER that way. I alway manage to get injured. I always get sick. I'm always skint. And I've never had sponsors. The list goes on.
This time is no different. As I sit in bed next to a pile of snotty tissues, with frozen peas on my leg, I look through the 'to-do' list in my diary which is as long as my arm and growing. There's five days left before I fly out. I consider which list items can be taken off the list. Really, they all need to happen but it's time to be ruthless. I overcome this problem by convincing myself that I will still have time in Australia to sort out last bits.
There's something about packing where I just cant do it until the last minute. I sit and stare at piles of items that need to go in the bag but there's some kind of mysterious force that keeps them from going in until a few hours of leaving the house. I wonder if this is similar to writers block?
Anyway, what I have learned from the experience this time is to have patience and positivity. Watching runners pass the house from the bedroom window I feel jealous. I watch and remember how it feels to have the air pass my face and the rythm of my feet on the ground. The good thing is that I know this injury and illness will go and I can return to this. A sence of gratitude comes over me and I focus on the things I can do. I use my time to organise school talks and do fundraising. Life is amazing and I try to make the most of every moment.