The most common question I get when talking about the 3 Peaks is “Why?”.
I have two answers, both of which are exemplified in things I saw on Twitter today. Number one (courtesy of the marvellous Sheri Candler):
Number two is this series of Tweets from a very close friend:
Just had call number 5 but no good for me. Gutted.
Feeling awful but thank you for keeping my spirits up, so many lovely friends. Please remember the amazing donor and their family today. x
God this has hit me hard. In lots of pain, breathing awful, body wont work. You cannot imagine.
Not only has Tor had to suffer yet another false alarm, but even while she’s hurting, struggling to breathe and exhausted from over 5 hours of travelling, she’s thinking of others.
And when she says, “You cannot imagine,” she absolutely means it. If you haven’t been there, you cannot possibly understand the rollercoaster of emotions that is involved with a false-alarm; being prepared to have your life changed forever before being told it’s not going to happen. And knowing that if it doesn’t happen today, it may never happen at all.
You want to know why I’m subjecting myself to 24 hours of mountain climbing following 3 months of hard training?
Tor is why.