I thought I was ready, and not stressed... until I realized how much I had left to do. Buy this, pack that, mail this, etc. Everything, all the stress and emotion hit me at once, leaving me a nervos wreck for short periods. Now, the night before, everything is set and ready. My bags are packed and a rum in coke has found its way into my hand. Tonight? I plan to relax with some friends, share some drinks, stories, and some tasty barbecued food.
I just can't help but to ponder my position in life: current mental, spiritual, and emotional place. Every climbing trip leaves me yearning for yet another adventure, something different. I realize how much i truly enjoy new experiences and breaking the monotony of daily life.
6 Weeks. 6 weeks of touring a foreign country... controlled by an academic standard and program. Am I excited? Yes. However, not climbing or cycling for 6 weeks will be heartbreak, which I have experienced in the past. As of May 8th, I plan to become the climbing bum I have been envious of for years; crushing new crags and new stone. In the mean time, I did pack my running shoes (though room is tight!). Luckily I iwll be able to continue my double digit running regime, releasing anxiety, stress, and maintaining my physical shape. Hell, if I can find a marathon in New Zealand I am gonna do it.
So where does this leave me? Killing time.... a run in the morning, a long flight, and a new country.
Wish me luck
