Of all the 3 part ordeal, none came as harsh as the venture cord exploration hike and it had already dawned on me how taxing it will be on my physical and mental spirit. With the initial velocities of the cross country and immediately proceeding with the Sec 1 investiture camp, nothing came as a breeze but only flew like one. And then JobWeek came knocking on my conscience once more, as the little ones knock politely asking for contributions. But those were peanuts as charity would claim. Those were miniature compared to our expedition. Nothing came close to where my feet lay two nights ago.
60km is no mean feat and to those who run marathons, kudos to your endurance and your ability to traverse so far. 60km would just be 1.3 times the distance you take your calves to. And yet if you had to slow down your run, your fleeting journey to slow, painful steps, would it crush your mind? And if a heavy load of close to 60-70kg were to be coupled along your treacherous walk, can you even take your first step? I did, though I seriously had doubts.
The rain poured through the days we trekked and while many were sending out the fraud messages and darting away from the wet weather, we pushed forth without knowledge of this so called 'acid rain'. And to be honest, deep down where my motivation stemmed, there was part of me fighting to say 'no' to the dimming 'go' and the bleak weather left me stammering emotionally.
And the only vision that spurred me on was that come the end of this ferocious hike, nothing, and I mean NOTHING, will pose a challenge to me ever again! Of course there were those dreamy calf muscles but now I know, that no matter what I have to endure, I've done something far worst than that. Sure you may consider it boasting but that's an achievement to boot don't you reckon?
And the joy of returning back into the arms of boarding and the alms of it of course. To give and to receive, the joy of Lent. But I was really elated to be selected for the Org Comm, though it's going to be a vastly different experience without my doggies surrounding me nor any close friends in the batch. But new is good, and good is new.
But still, things move on and I will. That road of 60km will dissipate into my backward memories but things will never be the same henceforth.
My ordeal is over but my adventure is just beginning (: