Yesterday I completed my 3rd and final; Three Welsh 3 Peaks in Four Weeks Challenge. I’m currently nursing my tender legs with lots of ibuprofen and muscle freeze gel.
I’m extremely grateful for all the kind support from family and friends that myself and the teams that I walked with on the first two challenges recieved.
Between the three challenges we’ve raised over £3,800 so far, for four awesome charities; the CATS Foundation, Noahs Ark Appeal, Ty Hafan & The Wallace & Gromit Bristol Children’s Hospital Appeal!
Four charities close to mine and fellow team members hearts.
And I couldn’t have done this without the support of my fellow team mates, along with our friends and family who helped spur me on to complete three tough challenges.
And of course, I couldn’t have achieved this without Archie in my head and in my heart. It was my wee man who inspired me to get into hiking and he’s always with me when I’m on the mountains as motivation to push me on and up.
For everytime the muscles ache, the lungs hurt and the sweat drips I think of him aswell as the causes I support and he gets me to the to the top.
Yesterday for example was the toughest! The 3 peaks but in reverse to the standard way of undertaking this challenge.
Starting small on Pen Y Fan at 4am, I stormed up the track, pushing through the wind and fog to hit the top in 39 mins. I did my usual acknowledgment of thanks to Archie; a touch to the trig followed by a look up with a kiss blown to the sky above.
And as I descended the first peak a little bird flew out just a few feet in front of me. Then he flew, landed, flew and landed again by the side of me. To anyone else this would have been just a bird but in the tranquility of the moment, this was Archie being with me in spirit. The little thing then flew off and so did I with a feeling of warm encouragment to complete the first mountain.
Cadair Idris was a similar affair with the fog. She is a menacingly beautiful mountain: majestic to look at whilst scaling but everwhere you look it just wants to hurt you! And she does just that! Amazingly I had the mountain to myself. And despite the strong winds at the top and hanging on to Sonny James’s teddy who I was doing this challenge for, it was awesome to look up again and give my thanks to my wee man.
Then my final peak of Snowdon was the highest and toughest with the two previous mountains having sapped the energy from my lungs and legs.
This is my favourite summit. For a number of reasons: the serene views and the challenging terrain make the journey a worthwhile accomplishment. But mainly because the higher I hike on a mountain the closer I feel to Archie.
I don’t know if there’s a heaven as such but I know he’s up there looking down, proud of his daddy.
So having smashed this challenge by doing 3 in 4 weeks, it makes sense that my next mountain event is harder and higher so watch this space!
That means continuing to share these experiences with awesome people, raising money for great charities and getting closer and closer to my boy.