Post a breakup, some lows and realisation that I really needed no one but me for badass adventures, I committed to myself to go to the Arctic.
I decided to join a company (Breaking Strain) meet up with random strangers and go gif a dander in the snow in Finland.
Covid hit, my finances were hit, life hit. And yet, here I was, finally shipping out to trek with a sled past the Arctic circle - 4 years later after the original commitment hit.
I was in physically good condition, I trained and made sure I had enough robust fat around my core should it get too cold.
And I found out whilst on the trek and disconnected (airplane mode) that my mental resilience was rather good too.
I completed the trek, had a wonderful time with wonderful people, but came back with it being an anticlimax. I did it, and so what. Was it enough, did I achieve the goal to push myself? I felt like I had cheated. I had prepared too much.
But actually, isn’t that the goal? To not need to be a little bit broken? To inspire others to put the work in to grow and life becomes easier??
I brought some Finnish snow back for drinking, tasted a tad of the metallic flask but other than that very fresh 🙃
I’d highly recommend the trip, recommend the country, recommend the company, recommend meeting new people, recommend learning more about yourself.
No polar bears were seen, husky’s are adorable and Santa - says Die Hard is a Christmas movie 🙌🏻🤛🏻