In February 2013 Flint was working abroad for 2 weeks and I spent EVERY evening lying on the sofa feeling sorry for myself and watching back to back Grey’s Anatomy.
He was away for our first Valentine’s Day can you believe it?!
Well, I forgave him when he came back and asked if I fancied an attempt at the Yorkshire 3 peaks just 2 days later?? Never liking to refuse a challenge I accepted… no training, no idea what to expect, never walked up a mountain, never walked for longer than 5miles in one hit probably (shameful I know!)
Now I have to be entirely honest, it was hard!! I really loved the views but at times I found myself forgetting to take them in. I was so focused on putting one foot in front of the next that everything else disappeared! at the top, however, we could just drink in the sights.
We got down and got back in the car. I felt chuffed like I had really achieved something. We starting our journey to the Lakes to stay with friends and stopped off to grab some celebratory drinks along the way. I went to get out of the car, I COULDNT MOVE!!!
Honest, I’m not exaggerating. My hips had seized and I felt like I’d aged 60 years in one day! Flint had to carry me up the stairs that evening and I woke myself up just trying to roll over in my sleep.
Would I do it again???? yeah why not! Another toughening up exercise completed, maybe I am cut out to be a bushcrafter’s wife after all!