Thursday, March 27, 2008

Boarded Up



I went to the library today to take out a specific book and ended up with three others after browsing the new non-fiction section. One is about a sixty-three year old woman, an adventurer, who along with her husband decided to walk the 1,600 miles across Mongolia’s Gobi Desert—during the summer. They prepared for the trip by traversing 4,000 miles across the Sahara Desert and a 1,500 trek across Death Valley.

Another book, by a man in his forties, is a tale of his living Odysseus’s odyssey: “traveling the entire length of Odysseus’s two-decade journey. In six months.”

Where is my extreme adventuresome spirit? Am I too passive? The mountains I hike are like molehills. Am I to accept the tag of armchair traveler? I gravitate to the section of the library shelves that are weighed down with escapades of risky behavior. People pit themselves against the elements, distances, absurd heights, and disease.

The Gobi Challenge stretches entrants to their limits, requiring that they run each day with a 10kg pack.

"We carry everything with us - all our sleeping bags, all our own food and everything - all that gets supplied to us is nine litres of water each day, “explains Ken. "So we carry our packs, we run, we have a check point each day that's about 40 kilometres away, and we go and sleep at the local - pitch our own tent, cook our own food, and then start again in the morning.”

Am I like the closed, boarded up window— unable to open up to partaking in these adventures?

Yes.
I can push the molehill higher,
hike further,
keep reading.

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