Lately I've been getting out more, investing in some new clothes (I've become a little North Face obsessed...) to take me back to the old me and have enjoying putting one foot in front of the other.
I've always been a walker, always loved being outdoors and roaming for hours on end. The past couple of years I lost my way a little, drifted away from who I am and if I'm honest took a leave of absence from living at all during the dark times. Somehow now I feel like I'm back, I've returned to my former self and I'm done with surviving and ready to start living again, more than that, catching up on lost time and making it all count. I've been through the toughest, hardest, worst time of my life and feel like if I've been there and done all that I can somehow manage almost anything.
Being honest, over the past decade I've let myself go. The hardest part of fixing that is realising it in the first place. I'm walking around ten miles a week now (not including the general up and down and round the house which, being four storeys tall probably notches up a mile or two without even really trying) and determined to get fit enough to hike mountains again by increasing this little by little (along with turning that extra length in to extra altitude).
To see where I'm hiking (usually on Sundays) follow me on over on Instagram.
From top to bottom: Snowdon - Wales, Ben Nevis - Scotland, Ben Nevis - Scotland, Scafell - England, and a couple I've already done: Lion's Rock, Sigiriya - Sri Lanka (not technically a mountain but uber cool all the same and a difficult "climb" up), Cadair Idris - Wales, Cadair Idris - Wales. These images are not my own and the original sources can be found by clicking through.
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