Today I’m going to be pushing back on anxious thoughts.
Have I bitten off more than I can chew? Is this sensible without any event framework in place? When will my legs get back to normal? I’ll be trotting past where my Nan was recently laid to rest – how will I do with that emotion swirling around?
Tomorrow I’ll be leaving Sheffield about nine in the morning, getting to the start of The Ridgeway and setting off probably around noon. A hop, skip and a jump later (repeated many times) and I’ll arrive at the other end. From Avebury to Ivinghoe, via ‘oh my god that’s been quite far’.
I’ve done a fair few things that have stretched me, and before all of them I think ‘how hard can it be’?
It’s invariably harder than I thought, but worth it.