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Forward motion is bliss. Pulking along an Arctic plateau is not hard. There’s really not that much to it. I am not a particularly skilled individual, born with Arctic-ninja skills that allow me to enjoy and make progress in the Arctic. I wasn’t in the army nor was I born with parents who taught me how to make fire and survive in extreme environments, no. I was a normal child, yes with a little adventure spirit, but I was also pretty damn good at watching Disney films whilst enjoying fish fingers and ketchup. I loved Nintendo 64 as much as the next person.

The point I am trying to make in my not very well constructed paragraph is that it doesn’t take an extraordinary person to do extraordinary things. (Yes I know that’s a well-known quote used on motivational posters at the gym)

We are all capable of learning and our genetic material helps with that – human beings are very good at adapting. The modern person just doesn’t put his or her self in enough extraordinary situations. It’s easy to understand why. Too easy is it to go along with what life naturally throws at us. It is so much easier to stay in our known lives than to put everything up in the air and explore the complete unknown.

Thing is, once you’ve done it once, it’s hard to shrug off and make it the one story that you tell at dinner parties or the fun fact that you’re introduced with by a friend to a new acquaintance.

For me, adventure is an itch I will never scratch. I know that there will never be that one expedition or experience that I come back from and think ‘enough’. But I continue to do it knowing all too well that it will not fulfil all my needs.

I do have doubts before doing these things. I am heading off on my own the day after tomorrow for a rather spontaneous solo walk across the Picos mountains in Spain before joining the well trodden Camino walk to the coast.

I was just brushing my teeth, looking at myself in the mirror. I’d had a pleasant day here in London, the first pleasant day in a while. Why did I feel the need to go off and have weather and terrain battle me? Why leave my friends and house here in the city?

There was temptation and questioning for a brief moment but you see, I don’t have a choice. I have to go, to leave and be tested.

There may be a fear of the challenge that’s coming, hell even the possibility of failure, but it’s so much less scarier than staying here carrying on with an okay and comfortable lifestyle, knowing that I am not being put to my full potential or at least trying to reach it.

That’s just it; I think I want to know how far Lucy can go. This DOES NOT mean I want to keep going until something tragic happens, I mean I want to know that I’m taking advantage of this life and this World.

If it’s these situations that make me feel most like me, then surely I should be doing them often. Adventure is waiting so I better go and look for it then. (It's not that hard to find if you want it.)