Hi all,
This challenge I'm talking about is one that I has been nagging at me every time I draw back the curtains. Its a view that is great to look at and one that attracts thousands of people every year to walk to the top of it.
The Worcester Beacon is quite a site but when you have my lungs it takes on a different form, one of extreme breathlessness if you want to enjoy its wonderous views from the top. A few of you may have seen my short video of me struggling to the top before but I have never walked from my house to the top.
I have walked 1/2 way to the pub on the hill before and I have walked from the pub to the top before, each walk being pretty difficult on their own so to do both together was always going to difficult and a whole new ball game for me to do.
Well thanks to 'hopetorun' who recently posted about completing a 7 mile coastal walk down at Weymouth I felt inspired to do something I hadn't done before and push on beyond my comfort zone and into unknown territory.
I set out on a day when I wasn't really at my best so kept the pace very slow and stopped when the going got tough for a breather. I was finding it hard going and used a few seats on my way up to the pub but time wasn't a problem today, it was all about finishing.
I finally reached the Wyche Inn and was feeling weak and a little dizzy but this was my half way fueling station ready for the next leg of the journey. I sat outside on a bench in the sun and enjoyed a pint of Larger and a packet of crisps and wondered if I could actually do the second half of the task I was attempting. After sitting quietly for a while I could think of no good excuse as to why I shouldn't give it a try at the very least, after all I could always turn back if the going got to tuff.
Off I set fueled up and a spring in my step which must have lasted all of 30 yards and then reality returned and reminded me that someone on oxygen with 30% gas conversion really shouldn't be doing this, I made the right turn and changed into my lowest gear and started to plod up the very steep route to the top of the beacon with negative thoughts shouting stop now you fool this is just not possible but you all probably know me by now and once I start something I just have to finish, giving up just isn't in my mind set since getting out of ICU 4 years back.
I came out of the tree line and then the views started to take my mind off my aching body and exhausting breathlessness. I stopped and made use of some of the memorial seats for short stops and was passed by many fit and normal people who probably wondered what I was doing up there on oxygen on my own.
With each step my 4 year dream of walking from my house to the top of the beacon began to look as though it was actually going to happen, plod plod plod one foot in front of the other until I could see the top, it was busy up there today with the old and the young. I checked my oxygen and it was getting low but I knew it was enough to get me there.
Plod plod plod and then YES!!! I had done it, the 4 year dream was completed and boy did it feel good. I phoned my daughter who I knew was at home and waved at her while she looked out of our bedroom window, I was just a speck on that hill to her but she could see me, just. Wow what a moment!
She knew what that journey had meant to me and how much effort it had taken having seen me puffing around the house and at the top of the stairs for the last 4 years.
I cheated a little on the return downhill journey and got my daughter to pick me up in the car at the pub.
Needless to say I went to bed early last night and slept very very well.
This morning when I drew back those curtains the hill was still there but it looked a little smaller if you know what I mean.
Tony.