The decision?

So here I am 32 years old, just back from my epic trip to the Great Wall of China and looking for the next trip. I started looking through websites on Monday, picked up a few ideas, but nothing really leapt out as my next adventure in waiting. Roll the clock forward some 24 hours, I'm at the gym for Balance class, looking forward to recounting my adventures to anyone standing still long enough for me to assail them. And that's when inspiration hit! I say inspiration, actually I am sort of piggy backing off someone elses dream. -and apologies Rebecca if you get to read this!

I had been saying for some weeks prior to leaving for China that I would love to do Machu Pichu. My hopes were somewhat dashed when talking to Laura when walking the Great Wall and listening to how tough the trek itself had been. I figured I would never be physically able (due to the altitude) to complete the challenge.

Driving home after class really changed my mind. At this stage, I don't know if in the space of the next 18 months I will be able to raise my fitness level sufficiently to finish. What I do know is I never will if I don't try.

I've not been in a particularly good frame of mind recently, mainly due to circumstances at work. 2 weeks ago my confidence took a major battering, to the point that I really don't want to return to work tomorrow. For me right now, the prospect of walking the Inca trail is not only a physical challenge, but an emotional remedy for the dark times I am feeling in my life.