But I had to do it. It was a time in my life, when I was getting no where. I was struggling to clear exams, I was struggling to settle into a new country with rather unrealistic expectations.
The minimum achievement I had for myself was reaching 4130m to the base camp of the Annapurna Mountain Range.
And I did.
The past few weeks, with everything that is happening and the insanity of trying to keep sane amidst the pandemic became a struggle. Perhaps I am overreacting.
And my mind started drifting again, as it always does. Lot more these days, to deliberately drown the noises surrounding CoVid.
I started wriggling my toes. I started noticing my breaths. - A habit I have developed recently to get me back to the present.
It has been helping.
And I digress. So where was I? Ah, yes, the toes.
I started toying with the idea of training for Everest Base Camp again.
Well, I have the time. I may not have the resources but I can start walking long distances again. I have been walking since the lockdown began. Now I will have to walk for hours.
"the best view
comes after the
hardest climb".
At least that's the view I am optimistic about whenever this pandemic decides to end itself.
