Back in the valley, that's where I am.
I have climbed two or three peaks over the last couple of weeks. It was amazing, elating, awesome! Being there, right at the top, that's where I long to be.
But the air is thin up there and what goes up must come down. Down. That's me right now. I am in the valley and my three-peak challenge feels surreal.
Is this how mountaineers feel like after a climb? Do they feel tired or exhausted, numb?
I guess they just rest assured in the knowledge that they WILL climb another peak, they will get that kick again, the thin air, close to touching the clouds.
And then they organise their photographs, replenish, keep fit and prepare for the next climb.
For quite some time I have been thinking: If only I could apply this way of thinking.
Then one day I realised that exercise makes all the difference in the valley. Not swimming. Not walking. But one hour of kettlercise or an hour of boxercise. Or a long run.
Something that wears me out. There are a million excuses not to go. This morning I did it without thinking, I just went.
And I know tonight I will sleep - well! And tomorrow I am going to go for a run. And sleep well again. And I am climbing my way out of the valley, just a little up the hill, where the views are nice and I can appreciate the sights.
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