Killing the Dragon...

I wrote the following blog about 3 weeks ago but was unsure as to whether or not I wanted to post it. Since then I’ve learnt that one of my nearest and dearest may be quite ill and it’s made me think about things a little more seriously and so I have decided to share the post. 

I had a really positive response to my last blog and for that I would like to say a big thank you. It has been a massive year. Full of ups and downs, ins and outs and for the most part, super positive. We have learnt, grown, made some fantastic new friends and had some downright rad experiences. Looking forward to 2015, I am really excited to see where our path leads us next. New adventures, different places, stronger bodies and minds and my health will be my number one focus this year. 

I have decided that 2015 will be the year I get off my meds and reverse the two autoimmune diseases. If I am going to spend my time on this earth as a dirtbag climber, and believe me I intend to, I can not be restricted by illness and medications. I know that Hashimotos can be reversed and I am just praying that I have not done too much damage to my fingers already to reverse the Raynauds also. It is going to take a lot of work and regular monitoring but I am confident I can make improvements. 

It has always worried me that during our adventures there will not always be a chemist around to fill my script nor a doctor to give it to me so I need to start getting serious about recovery. Ultimately I would love to go to Thailand and do a 28 day fast accompanied with cleansing, yoga and massage. That however would require about $5000 that I currently do not have so I would like to have a crack at getting well here at home first. Unless of course anyone has a spare $5K they want to donate ;) 

My main goal is just to get my fingers in the best condition they can be. Every climber knows and understands the importance of this. We are currently working a training program to increase finger strength which has been awesome and the results so far are insane. All of this is pointless however if I lose the feeling in my fingers mid climb and I can’t even bear down. 

These past few weeks have reaffirmed the absolute importance of staying healthy. Without our health, everything else lacks substance. You can have all the money in the world but if you don’t have the body to hold up to any of your dream adventures, what’s the point? In the same breath, people work 50, 60, 70+ hours a week to go on one great holiday or put away for their retirement fund; but if at the end of the day you don’t even have the energy to enjoy it, again, was it really worth the stress? I urge everyone to make 2015 the year of living for you. It is not selfish to put yourself first and look after number one when it ultimately means that you can then be a healthier, stronger minded, more focused and committed person. It is win win, because the more you look after yourself, the more you can offer others. Do the things you want to do, that make you happy and get you excited. Be productive and proactive. Revel in the good, learn from the bad. You get one body and one crack at this crazy thing called life so use it or lose it. It’s your choice, choose you. 

Changes

It’s funny how life takes you on a journey that you often have no control over. When it does, you have two choices. You can fight it and try to take a different path at whatever cost. Or you can choose to roll with it, see every twist and turn as a new adventure, seek the positives and accept it as an opportunity. It may not be exactly what you had planned but that’s what keeps life interesting right? We have come into this situation many times over the last 2 or so years and while some kinks in our plan have been easy to accept, there have been a few that have tested me personally both emotionally and physically. 

A couple of years ago I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Thryroiditis. Quasimodo what, you say? Well, Quasimodo isn’t too far from the truth. Hashimoto’s is an autoimmune disease that creates an under-active thyroid which means that I had little to no control over my hormones or metabolism. I called it the ‘Fat Dragon’ disease as I was working out like a demon, eating next to nothing and still putting on weight. In addition, I would find myself in the car on the side of the road bawling my eyes out for reasons that I didn’t even know. I was moody, cranky, would snap at nothing and cry at the drop of a pin. At the time I thought it was simply stress due to the fact that I was coming to terms with losing my business and that I would most likely have to fold. Alas, I hadn’t just become a fat mole all of a sudden, there was a much more deeply rooted problem. In fact, my cholesterol, blood pressure and cortisol levels had me one panic attack away from a full blown heart attack. At the time, I was a strict vegan who exercised daily, so things just didn’t add up. 

Being very anti-medication, I tried to heal myself through more holistic options like herbal medicine, nutrition, yoga and massage. This worked wonderfully for me emotionally and I generally did feel much better. Unfortunately my regular blood tests and body scans to monitor this treatment didn’t quite match my boosted spirit. Over the course of 4 months, my antibodies were still much too high as were hormone levels, and I had lost about 200g in bone density due to my slug-like metabolism. Once you have one autoimmune disease, you are unfortunately prone to developing others. Being that Rheumatoid Arthritis is one of those diseases and I was losing bone density, I decided to go on the lowest dose of medication that I could and keep up my holistic treatments in the hope that they would work with each other. A kink I had to accept and...Success! 

I was calmer, healthier, much more nice to talk to and the weight was slowly coming off. I was happy with the decision I had made about treatment and it also made me reevaluate what I wanted out of life. I decided that if we were going to make some big changes in our life, then now was the time to do it. Rich agreed. We were so sick of saying, “One day...” and just thought, “Today is that day!” The next day, we started selling up everything and made the plan to follow our dream of becoming dirtbag climbers in Europe. I paid all my suppliers with what little money I had and decided to walk away from Dynobars. That company was my baby and it was a very hard decision to make but I needed to concentrate on getting my health back and culling the stress from my life. A kink in my monetary future but definitely the right choice for my health. Within 3 months, we had booked tickets and soon were living the dream in the Fontainebleau Forest!

Being away was immensely positive for my health. I was sleeping better than I’ve ever slept, feeling ridiculously healthy both inside and out and was stupidly happy! I did have one little set back when my meds script was wrongly filled and I was taking 4 times my medication dose for 2 months but I got that sorted once we returned home thanks to the help of my amazing naturopath Amy. The only thing that did bother me was the fact that I often lost all feeling in my hands, to the point that they would burn and throb with pain, go yellow and purple and rock hard. This maybe happened a dozen or so times and so I had it checked out as soon as we got home. Another kink.... 
Along with Hashimoto’s, I now had a second autoimmune disease known as Raynaud’s Syndrome. Raynaud’s affects my circulation and causes an excessive reduction in blood flow to my extremities. It comes on quick and painful and can take up to an hour for my fingers to come back to normal feeling. Needless to say, working in the outdoor industry as a climbing and kayaking instructor has been a (painful) game of trial and error. I have more pairs of gloves than anyone would deem necessary living in Queensland, the Sunshine State, but as I have learnt it is better to be safe than sorry. 

On our first morning in the Bluies, I had a really severe attack that took me a long time to recover from. We stayed positive, went into town and waited until noon and full sunshine to go climbing. I got half way up my first climb and lost them again. I was devastated. We had planned to do as many multi-pitch climbs as we could whilst we were there and now had to make the call to not do any at all. Rich actually made that decision for me. I have a tendency to just think “She’ll be right.” As he explained, while I tried to deny anything was wrong, if we got half way up a multi-pitch and I lost my fingers, I would have no way of escaping anything as I literally lose all function in my hands. It would not be fair to either of us. So we chose our crags wisely for the rest of the week and stayed in the sun at all times and I wore gloves EVERYWHERE! 

Upon returning from the Bluies, I have done a bit more research into what I can do to help myself and have just spent another $350 on new gloves that I can wear while I sleep that help to repair the damage I have suffered in my tips. The scariest part about Raynaud’s is that if you have too many attacks (and I’ve had a lot) it can create ulcers under your skin which can go gangrene. So I have my new gloves, I have had to give up coffee (GASP!) and we have decided to concentrate more on bouldering so I can have a bit more control over keeping myself warm at all times, especially my hands and feet. 

This kink has been a super positive one. Rich and I are both super excited to throw ourselves back into bouldering as we haven’t done a lot since leaving the forest last year. We are training even harder and working to get even stronger. I’m so stoked that there is a still totally an option for me to keep climbing and more so, that Rich has been so unbelievably supportive and has embraced this change as something awesome too. My biggest problem now is the fact that I have had to switch to decaf which is heartbreaking. I almost feel less of a climber because of it. Many of you may be rolling your eyes right now thinking “Pffft, that’s not a real problem” and to that I would like to quote the late, great Wolfgang Güllich - “A man doesn't go to drink coffee after climbing, coffee is integral part of the climbing.” I rest my case....

Good Times, Bad Times

Ok, so it has been a while since our last post and for that I apologise as a LOT has happened since Verdon. First of all, we realised I had misunderstood my rights in Europe and I had to be out in a month or risk deportation. So we promptly headed back to Font to tick some ‘unfinished business’. On the way we got got robbed. The single most violating experience of my life. Luckily, Rich happens to be a ninja mastermind and he managed to scare the living heck out of the guy and leave him with a very sore head and all he scored out of it was an iPod shuffle. Lesson here was no matter how full the truck stop is and how brightly lit, you can still become a target. Consequently, we now have a van that is rigged up like Fort Knox... No one is getting and no one is getting out. (Thus no more bedtime tea for me...ha ha) We were just very lucky he didn’t find our wallets or phones before Rich found him. 

We met some great new mates back in Font. Our last couple of weeks were spent ticking problems, slacklining, talking until midnight, chasing wild boars, sipping on wine and just having a generally rad time. We headed to Germany. We drove to a picturesque little winery town. We showered for the first time in weeks. We got engaged. Happiest day of my life. Headed to Amsterdam and got nailed by seriously bad weather. Such a shame as all I wanted to do was ride my bike everywhere in this famously flat country. We hung out for 3 days then decided to head to Belgium. Arrived in Brugge and the weather was not too different to Holland. Had a great day walking the small town, hindered only by the masses of British footballers who thought it imperative to chant in chorus everywhere they went. Funny for all of 2 seconds then just down right annoying. We shared mussels “Brugge Style” and then had possibly the most amazing desserts of all time. We walked past a random patisserie school that sold their daily masterpieces very cheap so decided to try something each. I don’t even know what Rich had and to be honest I didn’t even care, as I was in a sugar trance from my own delectable treat. A chocolate and pear torte that surpassed any dessert I have ever had, flavours that will stay with me forever. I know I sound like the biggest fatty right now but I don’t even care. This thing was ridiculous, nothing will compare and I no longer need to try any other dessert. Ha, until I walk past my next patisserie! 

We headed for the border and got stopped in Calais as it is apparently unbelievable that two people could have travelled without working for 4 months. Confused yet happy to finally have my stamp we dove onto the ferry and headed back to Wales. It was so nice to come back to a lovely clean house and have long hot shower that I didn’t have to wear thongs in for fear of some mad bacterial infection. We popped a bottle of Verve with La and Carl to officially celebrate our engagement. Now it is time to try and get some work and extra qualifications to better prepare ourselves for our next european stint. Oh, and I have a wedding to plan...... :) 

Font Castle

Getting my Crush On!

Rich pulling on.... tiny.

Paul getting his slab on

Heel hook

Getting too cold for the 'Aire Shower"

Crushing... monkey style!

little bit of slacklining

My favourite jeweller....

At a local winery in Bernkastel 

Yay to us!

I look slightly 'special' here but you get the picture....

Pretty flower, gorgeous ring :)

Mussels 'Brugge Style'

The only way to celebrate....

Ramble On

I can not even try to put into words how much we are loving life right now. This last week has been amazing! Fontainebleau just keeps getting better. Every passing day we meet new people, climb new areas and are left feeling totally stoked with life. Rich is starting to crush his projects. It’s amazing how much strength a person can build in just 2 weeks of solid climbing. I have topped out on 2 more techy slabs which I have been super stoked on, today’s being a proper highball too. Just loving being able to eat, climb, sleep - repeat!

One of my slabs

Rich crushing!

Just about every morning, an older gentleman comes jogging past our van as we are eating breakfast. One day he stopped for a quick chat and seemed to be pretty impressed with our set up and our plans in general. The next day he stopped again, this time explaining that he had been climbing here since he was 16, training for Alpine climbing but now enjoys running the circuits of the forest. He went on to tell us about all the epic climbing throughout France, different rocks and gave us some awesome Alpine areas to check out. 

On his next stop by, he showed us on the map where he runs everyday and suggested we should try one of the circuits as you get to 1000m in elevation overall and therefore it gives you a completely different view of Font as you are above the forest. The circuits are anywhere from 15km to about 26kms and can take from 2 to 6 hours. Now when I say gentleman, I mean that he must be pushing 70 if not older. Being that he runs everyday, we knew he must have been crazy fit but for some reason still went into the whole thing quite confident that it would be a pleasant day walking and jogging through the forest. A great way to spend our rest day. I even suggested we do it as morning cardio before breakfast. Thankfully Rich said that was a silly idea as four and half hours later we arrived back at the van completely wrecked. Quite possibly the most tired I have been in my entire life. 

This was no skip through the forest. It was all out carnage. We ran as much of the circuit as we could, stopping only for the wilderness style parkour and to momentarily pause in order to not vomit. It was running over and under boulders, crawling through caves, scrambling up sandy peaks and then all of a sudden pelting downhill through a sea of purple flowers. We found and ate wild apples, mmmmm so crunchy! Saw these crazy bright green lizards that looked like they should have been in a rain forest. It was the one of the most amazingly random and satisfying things we have done. Patrick was not kidding when he said it was breathtaking! 

We have decided that the first 1/4 of the circuit will be our daily cardio. After a 4 hour boulder session today, we fueled up on coffee and date loaf (this amazing brick of blended dates we have found at the super market for 2 euro a kilo - winning!) and headed out. We were setting a mean pace but after crushing 4 of the peaks then I came sliding off a rock and thought for sure I heard my ankle snap. After much sobbing, covered in dirt and sand, I brushed off and tried to weight it. Seemed ok so we continued on, albeit at a much slower pace. It seems ok now, a little bruised but think it should be fine. A nip of whiskey and off to bed!  

We are both feeling pretty great at the moment. The ridiculous amount of weight we both stacked on in Wales (thank you curry and cider) is starting to fall off and we are really enjoying being as healthy as we can be. The food you can get from the super markets here is amazing! Walking into the health food section for me was like a fat kid walking into Wonka Land! You can get every type of organic nut milk possible. All our favourite berries in fresh, dried or liquid form. Different sorts of seeded crackers, dehydrated bananas - you name it! And it’s all relatively cheap. Our breakfast is currently - pea protein, oats, bee pollen, flaxseeds, fresh dates, a mixed fruit and nut muesli and either rice, coconut or hazelnut milk. How do you not go out and crush with an uber food combo like that fueling you. Add to that seriously great coffee and I am one super happy girl! Yep, this is the life we were born to live, so darn happy we chose to live it! 

There is a quote by Will Gadd that sums up how we have been feeling this week:

“We all try to be busy instead of being alive, busy instead of getting out and breathing.

Busy sending useless texts instead of walking in the woods with our kids or introducing them to life’s joys. We move information instead of simply moving. I understand the ease, the convenience of it all, it’s tempting. But I’m way more proud of every single day I’ve spent outside, with my lungs burning, chest heaving, sucking for oxygen in life than I am of the times I drank too much, slept in, squandered time sending useless but somehow important emails, or whatever.”

http://vimeo.com/62101215

Still full of energy in our run

Fresh wild apples :)

Needing a refuel... date loaf!

Part of the track

My legs at the half way mark..

Rich's dirt socks at the end!!!

Welcome the Forest!!

France is rad. Just saying. We were so excited driving off the ferry and ready for some crazy adventures! Roundabouts are the weirdest thing to go around the other way and I am not even the one doing the driving. Rich was awesome though, he totally bossed it. The streets here can be even smaller than those in the UK, which freaks me the heck out as we are in a right hand drive van, but Rich has it dialed. 

We got to Font on Sunday afternoon and our first mission was to find croissants! We navigated through the tiny streets of the town and were lucky enough to find a park big enough for the van at the very top of town. As we pulled up an older gentleman came up talking french ‘at us’  and we both just looked at him quite stunned and said, “Je ne parle pas francais”. He nodded and walked away and as I ran over to the parking meter he was again yelling from the other side of the street. I was pretty stoked to have my first french conversation and realise he was just wanting to let us know that parking was free on Sundays and Mondays. Sweet. We found a little patisserie down the road and got croissants and a pan au chocolat. It was pretty epic. Next we found a campsite right on the Seine. It was a super hot day so we set up camp, put on our togs on and had a swim. There was guy in the water who seemed slightly crazy as he just laughed at everyone continuously and blew bubbles in the water. We stayed away from him. 

First day at Font bouldering was an absolute trip. The first problem we tried was a slab with a pocket and one tiny crimper and the most marbled tiny footers we’ve seen due to the use of Pof (what some of the locals use instead of chalk, a pine resin that becomes very slick over time). We had had a couple of attempts each when an older local climber came up trying to explain the beta to us in French, most of which we understood which was great, and also informed us that it is called “La Sans les Mains” - without hands. Our tiny crimper was out and we were left with just the glass like footholds. Welcome to Font. 

That pretty much set the tone for this trip so far. The grades are much harder than anything we’ve climbed back home but it has been such an awesome learning curve this first week. Gradually, the glass like slab is becoming less glassy, and the more burly walls and overhangs are getting sent by Rich and I am getting stronger everyday, sending some of the lighter grades and becoming a mantle boss!

We have found an awesome campground that has a mix of rad climbers, yoga pro’s and outdoor crushers from all around. Everyone is super friendly, never shy to offer tips about the local surroundings as well as the climbing. It is in the middle of the Fontainebleau Forest and amazingly green and serene. A much more pleasant experience than our second night here in France where we thought we might just sneakily sleep at the crag to be ready for an early start in the morning. We were woken at midnight to the sounds of people circling the van, Rich got up to check it out and as he pulled back the curtain, it was literally like a scene out of movie. We had been told that this particular crag was known to be popular with the local gay scene after dark, but didn’t really think much of it. This however, was unbelievable. There were men everywhere. Rich just turned me and said “Stay in bed, don’t come up the front. I’ll drive slow but we are leaving now!” Needless to say we didn’t stay there again. 

Feeling very blessed with the area we have found now, I feel like we could stay here forever. The climbing is phenomenal and the atmosphere is super chill and relaxing. Today was our 6th day climbing and we are desperate for a rest day. By the time we finished our session this afternoon the finger tips on both our hands were weeping and I was in tears at the top out of a climb as I just had nothing left to finish it! It has only been a week and we are finding our groove more and more everyday. I cannot wait to see where we are in a month not only with the climbing, but with the French language and just life itself.