Three years ago I quit the rat race in search of creating a new story. I dared myself to believe there was a way to live a more adventurous life, to fill my days with the things that feed my soul and people that lift me higher. I dreamed of travelling, of being an explorer in every sense of the word, and spending more time in nature.
It's 5:38pm on the evening of Friday 26th June. Calves screaming, sweat dripping, lungs pumping and my pain face well and truly locked in, I've just passed the 400m mark on Chamonix's Vertical KM race and it's hurting like hell. I'm seriously starting to question my sanity.