As I am poised today to complete the challenge that I set myself at the start of the year, I have been asking myself what I have got out of it.
The sense of challenge itself has been the least of it, although much of the hard work was done back in the spring months as I struggled to up my fitness levels.
Increasingly over the past couple of days, it has been about enjoying the journey, trying to see, hear and smell everything as I go past, knowing that if I miss something now it will be hard, if not impossible, to go back and re-capture it later. And surely that is how life should best be lived, with heightened senses, grateful for what each day brings, and to the Creator for its, and my, existence.
As in life generally, too, it has been the conversations, the chance encounters, the kindnesses of strangers, that has lifted the journey from being an interesting, monochrome, exercise to being a vibrant, joyous journey, bursting with colour.
Right then. That was hard work. I think I am a more natural humorist. The alarm has just gone off, so it’s time for ablutions and breakfast. Let’s get at the day!