Restraint is not my forte. When I tell people that I back impulse control, they laugh. Perhaps they think I am joking.
Two days ago, I heard of an Oxfam Trailwaker team who are desperate for two people to join them walking 100km in 24-30 hours in 10 days time. Having walked the event twice before, I know it’s not an easy undertaking. In fact, it’s pretty epic.
I said “hi, we’ve never met before but I’ll join you”. Impulsive? Much?
Yesterday mentioned this to my physio while he was digging his elbows into my back and legs. He laughed. I think he thought I was joking. Besides, he knows better than to tell me “no” because that’d be like waving a red flag to a bull.
After my session, he came out to tell me it concerned him to think I might try this major undertaking on a whim without specific training. He’s never expressed concern about my crazy ideas before.
So I am doing through one thing that comes most unnaturally to me: I am exercising restraint and have told the team “sorry, I have been advised not to walk and am taking the advice on this one occasion”.
The real clincher was the risk of injury so close to my Great North Walk adventure. And the fun I will have as support crew foy sister’s team.