Just after turning 30, I hurt my back at work. Workers Compensation determined I had "plateaued" after 4 weeks of physical therapy and cut off all benefits, even though I was at about 15% of my original capability level. The weight piled on and five and a half years later, stuck in a pain cycle that prevented me from exercising enough to lose weight, I decided I'd try a triathlon. Determined or Delusional was born. My initial goal--to see if I could complete a "sprint" triathlon--was met in just over five months.
I set new goals and hit new roadblocks. I lost my direction and focus for awhile and felt like I was starting over, including being stuck in some of the old "excuse patterns."
And then my husband, "The Moroccan," started talking about a climb he wanted to with some friends. Kilamanjaro. About four years before I even met my husband, I'd written out a list of things I wanted to do and places I wanted to visit. Kilamanjaro was on that list.
Since apparently I have to set goals that are so far beyond my current capabilities in order to scare myself into preparing for them (i.e., I have to train for this so that I *survive* the attempt), Kilamanjaro seemed appropriate.
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