Firstly. My internet connection went down last night, just before I posted. So, please read yesterdays post before you read this. It was only short and I was really excited. Or, don’t bother and just read this haha 🙂
“Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
It doesn’t quite come across properly, but, that was me singing the Hallelujah Chorus 😀
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Bloggers – I SCALED SCAFELL PIKE, which, as you may have noticed in the title, is the highest mountain in England at 3,209 ft (978 metres). I did it!!!!
Like I said yesterday, that is now ‘two down (up), one to go!’ Ben Nevis, look out, I’m coming to get you!!!!
I have had a, quite simply, amazing day. It was forecast for rain, but instead, we had glorious sunshine. Oh, how rude of me, I said we. Let me take this opportunity to introduce you to:
Chris is ex Army Military Police, is a fitness instructor at my gym and runs Olympic Fitness Coach. He very kindly offered to make this trip with me and I am, extremely grateful, for his company and expertise on the mountain. Chris, you rock and – WE DID IT!!!!!
So, yes, we had glorious sunshine all the way up the ascent, some cloud descended up top (but not too bad) and lovely cloud covered coolness on the descent. It was perfect weather conditions, just perfect.
It was more difficult than Snowdon (although not as high) as the climb was much more severe, but, it felt easier, sorry, what I meant to say was, because of my ever increasing fitness level, I was able to cope better with the severity 🙂
At one point (the scree face at Mickledore), I really surprised myself with how I coped, scrambling up ‘hand and foot’. Guys, I cannot express in words the feeling of accomplishment and exhilaration when I clambered above the top edge at Mickeldore. We still had some way to go to the summit at that point, but, I felt amazing.
If I’m honest, I found the final part of the ascent, really hard, we were almost there, but, what was ahead of us looked daunting. Like any good blogger, I forget to take a photo of this section. To be fair, I was knackered 🙂
When we reached the top, I really couldn’t believe it.
Me, fat lad, at the summit of the highest mountain in England. A climb I was so excited about, yet, quite apprehensive of. I’d heard that the scramble section was difficult. Will I make it, or will I have to turn back and take the easier route? I did it and then I made the final rocky ascent to the summit.
I did it. Here is my favourite photo of the day:
If I can do feats like this in just four months… You know what I’m going to say, don’t you? “If I can do it, YOU CAN DO IT. If you agree with me, please write, “I Can Do It…!” in the comment box. See photos below.
“I Did It…!”