Mountain climbed

A month ago I arrived home from trip of a lifetime. I accompanied my Dad on a cycling trip to Provence, to help him celebrate his 60th birthday by realising a lifelong dream to ride up Mont Ventoux.

Quite simply it was the biggest, hardest thing I’ve ever done. Then we went back and did it again, on an even hotter day. I learnt so much along the way and I still haven’t been able to get it all into words yet.

It’s not uncommon for me to dip a little after a big event, be it a race or a concert or other performance. I’d anticipated a bit of a low but I find myself struggling to pick myself up, keep my emotions under some sense of control and get back to normal.

I find it helps me to set another goal, something substantial that will really challenge me. But at the moment I can’t seem to think of anything sufficiently epic that fits both the minimal time and budget I have available.

I wonder if perhaps I’m not quite ready, and whether I need to pause a little and enjoy the phenomenal sense of achievement. It was by no means a fast ascent but it was life changing for both of us and I am glad I was able to share my Dad’s big day.

Back to the drawing board, to plotting, to dreaming, to wondering “Could I?” and more importantly “How?” and “When?”

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2 thoughts on “Mountain climbed”

    1. I’m guessing you’re talking about riding up with an engine? I’d definitely be up for that (not sure I fancy the wind and rain on a push bike!). Ross would like to do it and I know Douglas has been before and would like to go again. There’s a little tea hut up there that I’ve wanted to visit since I saw it advertised in Applecross last year!

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