My walk on the Pennine Way will be an experience I will not forget. There were challenges, there was pain, and there were times when I questioned my sanity. But, overall, it was an amazing experience that gave me a chance to see parts of England that I had never seen, despite living in the country for over 4 years, and that many English people will likely (but sadly) never see in their lives. I spent time away from the cares of day-to-day life and the longest time away from my job since I started it sixteen years ago, and I found that most of my worries and stresses were out of sight, out of mind. I walked and walked, and I discovered that I was more capable than I expected to be.
At the end of it all, I feel as though I've rediscovered a part of myself that I thought was long gone or was perhaps only a faintly remembered dream. Maybe I have been in a coma for the last 20 years, and I am only now awakening and returning back to the person I used to know. It is a little scary at times as the person I was (and am) questions a lot of things about herself and the world around her, and she has a lot to work on for herself. But, I feel more grounded than I have in such a long time.
That I got to do this walk with one of my best friends made it all the more special. Chuck was the inspiration, the encouragement, and (most importantly) the person who knew how to assemble the tent quickly in the dark. I will be forever grateful to him for helping me to find myself again and for showing me the joys of long walks!