National 3 Peaks and the Big V

The Friday before last I set out on a road trip that nearly finished me: a drunken agreement in 2014 saw me taking part in the National 3 Peaks Challenge. I set off with trepidation which increased all the more as I realised that the company of which I was part consisted of Tough Mudder types, long-distance runners and general health-freaks. A long delay on the way to Scotland saw our travel time north increase to 14hrs from a predicted 8-9hrs. A few beers in Fort William that evening brought about a hangover situation before commencement of the challenge. To cut a long story short, we managed to get up and down all 3 mountains (Ben Nevis, Scafell Pike and Eryri/Snowdon) in 23hrs. The fact we did so is a testament to the skills of our driver and the fitness of the team (present company excluded - it was hellish keeping up with them). I hated every step of it until we finished, and then I loved it all. One hell of an experience.

And during all that effort I was struggling with turning veggie. It's been an unusual 3wks to say the least...