I love adventures. You know you are alive when you are standing in a city in your backpack, you can’t speak the language, no one can speak English and you have to find your way to your hotel. Having arrived home in Australia in 2008, lack of adventure had grown to a large grey hole in my life late last year. Any of you who have been overseas having adventures, know how hard it can be to come home. Australia is great, but it is a long way from anywhere. Somehow once you are here, the rest of the world slowly disappears into a misty fog of memory.
Rather then disappear completely into the grey mist of Pleasantville, I started to nose around on the internet, and came across Wild Women on Top. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it at first, but went along for a taster.
I have to admit I wasn’t sure about the all female thing at first. I was worried that everyone would be wearing pink and that there would be lots of high pitched squealing. But after training with Wild Women for a couple of terms now, I can really see how the different dynamic works (and there is no high pitched squealing to be heard – although there is quite a bit of giggling at times). My experience of hiking with men had left me thinking that hiking was an experience that was only enjoyable retrospectively – that is, while you were doing it, it is painful, but when you look back on it, it feels good. I know now, this is because I never had the chance to train with people who were at my own fitness level, and build my fitness up at my own pace.