That was the week that was
| 08:15 UK time, Friday, 6 June 2008
The last few days have been tremendous and I really mean that (most sincerely folks). I am burnt to a frazzle, eyes out on stalks because of hayfever, my thighs are burning (not in a good way), my hair is like straw, my right arm looks like raw steak and my feet don't know what's hit them.
On reflection, two remarkable things have happened to me this week (well kinda three but one not in a good way!).
In no particular order:
- I got to the top of Snowdon. I'll say it again - I got to the top of Snowdon. Hey, we went half way on the train and the rest of it nearly killed me but what the hell, I made it!
- I abseiled - me, abseiling! ABSEILING
- I kinda fell off my diet and the wagon while in the hotel in Caernarfon, got pretty drunk and did some horribly hammy old lady flirting with Iolo and Tudor, the cameraman (fortunately I don't think Tudor noticed and Iolo was far too courteous to react with anything other than bemused politeness)
Anyway the Snowdon gig was the second coolest thing I have ever done - surpassed only by the abseiling the day before. It may only have been a few metres, down probably the lamest bit of cliff in Snowdonia. But when you stand on that edge, heart in mouth, a narrow length of nylon rope in one hand, nothing in the other hand but sweat and a whole heap of fresh air behind you, it could be the north face of the Eiger.
I still can't believe I did it, especially the second go when I decided that I knew what I was doing, lost balance, slipped and fell before I even got ready to go! Hence the right arm like a steak tartare. And the climb to the summit was just fab - pretty unpleasant on the way up as my lungs were burning and my legs kept telling me I couldn't go any further. Such a drama queen! When we got to the top Iolo produced the chocolate fudge cake I'd made for the team (I still can't believe he carried it up Snowdon) and I just felt like a million bucks.
Thursday morning I was back to work and I felt like crap to be honest. I had more canapés to prepare and beds to make and, worst of all, a riding lesson booked for the afternoon. I toyed with the idea of cancelling it and then thought, hang on that's what the pre-abseiling Kate would have done. So I made myself go, had a great lesson and realised that I've still got it, baby!
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