As I approach the end…

My heads all over the place at the moment, which is why I haven’t posted in a while. I’m finding it difficult to zero in on how I feel about my challenge coming to an end; truthfully, a lot of the time I’m sick of it and I just want it to all be over, […]

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Throw up a flag, they’ll come running

Don’t underestimate the power of reaching out for help when shit gets real. This afternoon, after getting myself worked up about something I’m not gonna go into, I (embarrassingly) went into anxiety meltdown in Yarmouth town centre. Fear of nothing specific, sweaty palms, heart beating in double time; all the really fun stuff. Rather than […]

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#TBT

This photo was taken by my best mate on June 27th 2016; the day I left Brighton to walk 3000 miles around mainland Great Britain. Look at me there (the credulous bungler between the V’s); I thought the whole trip would last 7 months. 7 MONTHS! I thought I’d be walking 25 miles a day […]

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“We will walk together forever”

Because of the significance of every moment leading up to what happened to me this afternoon, it’s important that I include everything… Yesterday I arrived in Edinburgh, 6 days after entering Scotland via the Berwickshire/John Muir coast path. It’s the best and furthest I’ve walked on consecutive days since my challenge started up again, and […]

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Come on England

I came up with an analogy which I think sums up my tendency to self-sabotage myself into depression when I hear it knocking, rather than trying and pull myself out of it: It’s like watching England play; of course I want them to win, but when their play begins to grind and the standard drops […]

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Depression Chestnut

Some days life feels precarious; so it’s important I keep my footing. If Black Dog sniffs me out and drags me in when I feel like this, everything goes to shit. The ground beneath me doesn’t always feel this unsafe though, it’s easy to forget that when Black Dog’s around. So if I do get […]

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First Munro bagged

There are 282 Munro’s in total in Scotland, and yesterday I set out to conquer my first, Ben Lomond, before breakfast. I’ve been gagging to give my new trail shoes a run out so I set my alarm early to beat the rain. I headed off at about 8am; the air was thick and cool […]

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