In order for an adventure to be an adventure one has to allow room for the unthinkable, unpredictable and tap into the forever present (however faint) hope of finding magic on this quest.
This year threw some curveballs and I wasn’t always so willing to oblige. But sitting down infront of the computer and making time to reflect on the year that was, I am surprised at how life brings to the foreground what we need and not necessarily what we want. Trusting it should be at the order of the day.
A whole month later later and I’m still processing. I’ve never run anything more than 19km’s - I have the iconic 9km Robberg as my base and for something more juicy there’s Cradock Peak. Trail running has never been about the distance for me, it’s about being out there, discovering.
There’s a sliver of sunlight spilling into my room. I’m awake but I lie in silence letting my thoughts filter through me. Observing. Feeling. Letting the day take shape as it wishes. One particular thought takes hold: “I’m not ready to let the world in”.