The Triple Peaks finish line being one of them, sitting in the bright evening sun and watching those incredible athletes cross the line after 50 plus hard claimed kms, still smiling I thought- "I've got to climb some peaks of my own".
So I've started small. The three stairs up my front porch were the first hurdle in my way, but I conquered that multiple times in the day. Do three climbs count as three peaks I pondered? No. I must do more.
The stairs up to the studio. Two flights, instead of the lift. I was admittedly slightly puffed after climbing this peak, having been approximately 10 times bigger than my first, but I made it! It was directly to the work kitchen to rehydrate with three coffees.
It was time for the third and biggest peak. Where could I find a challenge larger I thought… Farmers… no, they are escalators and would carry me to the heights.
The fire escape! A whole extra floor to climb, I stood at the bottom, gazing into the sky. This is what Ed must have felt like at the base of Everest.
I bravely ventured on to the first step, making my way past the halfway point there was a seed of doubt in my mind. Is that a knee strain I felt? I pushed on.
Climbing, panting, exhausted, I reached the top. And, arms raised to the air like Rocky Balboa, celebrated my triple achievement. Next week, after watching the Tremains Tri, I move to the Try-athlon where I Try my best to actually exercise. Can't start now, It's not a Monday.
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