Seriously?
OK, so I put myself forward for the One Big Climb expecting to have to deal with a few challenges (and I'm now talking about the one's Kenny - our trainer - has laid down for us), but I wasn't quite prepared for what Italy was going to throw at me.
OK, so I put myself forward for the One Big Climb expecting to have to deal with a few challenges (and I'm now talking about the one's Kenny - our trainer - has laid down for us), but I wasn't quite prepared for what Italy was going to throw at me.
I'm over here picking up my wife and daughter on my way back from meetings in Australia and spending a few days with the in-laws and enjoying some fabulous Italian home cooking (the wife is Italian in case that needed explanation). So I thought I'd set myself a goal of a two hour walk a day to break in my new boots - the ones which will all being well, get me up to, and a bit beyond Everest base camp in November.
It's a one street 'town' here and everyone knows everyone so the fact that I am seen to be walking around the village in thick wolly socks and hiking boots whilst pushing his 5 month old daughter in her pram causes much amusement.
But today, I was done for. When I left home it was over 35 degrees centigrade and by the time I got back it was 49! I kid you not. In the UK 49 farenheit is acceptable in the winter months, but here it's centigrade and it's something to behold. It's painful.
The closest I got to training for Everest today was taking refuge in the ice-cream shop in the main street............
