It seemed like a good idea at the time. I wasn’t even drunk.

Life was feeling pretty odd. My thoughts felt constantly complicated. I felt like I needed a new focus. A challenge to really push myself. Too see what I was capable of. To quieten the doubts I often carry around.

It needed to be big. It needed to feel outside of my abilities. Stupidly so, ideally. Something that would surprise others, but most importantly myself.

Bragging rights might come but without doubt it had to had to have a big, shiny medal at the end. If there’s no medal it doesn’t count, right?

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