So, over Christmas, my friend Justine mentioned this big trip that she's got planned. She's been talking all summer about climbing Kilimanjaro and has been looking for suitable daft folk to go with her. After a glass of wine or two too many, it sounded like a grand idea and so I was on board.
Then there was the panic first thing in the morning: what on earth had I agreed to??? Which charities would we raise money for? Were we fit enough? Can a slightly indoorsy, rather soft (not to mention squidgy in the wrong places!), 30 something really take on such a big challenge, and wouldn't I rather just have a nice cup of tea and a bit of a sit down??
After a good long think, I've warmed to the idea and we are now in our planning stage. Currently having discussions about charity options and events to run alongside the big, final challenge. We've set ourselves a big target and would love to raise enough to make a difference to our charities. It's been a while since I've done something on an impulse and although my friends and family are questioning my sanity, they are largely supportive - if a bit doubtful of whether or not I really mean it. My mum's adopted that "we'll see" sort of attitude that mothers are so good at, as well as pointing out that I have the knees of a 90 year old - ahhhh, it's good to bask in the glow of familial support and love isn't it?? ;)
First things first though. If I'm going to climb a great, big, ruddy mountain, I ought to get a bit fit and having eaten all of the mince pies in Hampshire over December, Justine and I started in earnest doing a bit of exercise. We walk 6 miles every Sunday, I tend to run 3 miles on Saturdays and as soon as it's lighter in the evenings we'll be walking/running/biking during the week to. So far, I'm not much thinner, but watch this space! If I'm not thin and gorgeous by the end of this, I'll be writing a strongly worded letter so someone!!
See you soon, I'll update when I have something more interesting than knees and running to talk about!