In life we all face metaphorical mountains, but this week I am literally climbing a mountain. When a friend said she wanted to challenge herself for her 40th year and climb Mount Kilimanjaro, the highest peak in Africa, my impulsive response was ‘That sounds great!’.
A year of training (not enough) and worrying about mountain-worthy equipment (too much) and mountain sickness (probably the right amount) later and here I am, about to leave for the airport.
If the Kili blogs are anything to go by, I will return aching, but enlightened, as the mountain teaches us many lessons. We’ll see! Whatever happens, this experience has already reminded me that it’s good to do things that challenge and scare us, and to test both body and mind.
We have paid for the trip, and are raising money for 2 charities: the Samaritans and Women’s Aid. If you can add to our fund, please do. Every penny will go direct to these charities which do life saving work.
Hopefully I’ll be back in 2 weeks with pictures and stories, and hopefully the world will not have descended into World War 3 whilst I’m out of signal range. I know I’ll be looked after by this incredible group of women so make sure you look after each other too.
drlj 