Thanks to Ciaran for sharing his experience of Everest No.2
A great read indeed...
By Ciaran O'Hara,
Everesting Leith Hill
So even before I had even completed everesting Boxhill I
always knew I would maintain my original date of September 6th and
stamp my name on another climb. Boxhill was such an enjoyable day however it
did not satisfy my hunger for pain and suffering. I wanted to set a personal
benchmark, I wanted to know how far I could push myself and so I set out once
again in search of this on Leith Hill in Surrey.
My body felt absolutely fine the week post Boxhill and was
helped by a lot of stretching and a visit to my physio. I rode a hard 290km out
and back over the Saturday and Sunday of the following weekend and then on
Tuesday it all caught up with me and I had 3 nights on the trot with 12 hours
of sleep. Unfortunately my grandmother passed away the following Sunday and so
I was back in Ireland first thing on Monday morning.
Very selfishly, one of my first thoughts was that I wouldn’t
be able to go for the hill on Saturday however I spent Monday morning alone in
my parents’ home back in Greysteel
thinking and eventually coming to the conclusion that I could have no
greater motivation and that I would do it in her memory. My grandmother was
cared for by the Foyle Hospice, the charity I am raising funds for, back in the
early 2000’s and I always remember going to a lovely Sunday morning mass there
to visit her with a lot of my family.
So having decided to carry on with my challenge I spent the
next two days at my grandmother’s house catching up with the rest of my family
and trying to avoid the unlimited supply of tea and buns that are a necessity
of an Irish wake. I said my final goodbye to my grandmother on Wednesday
morning, spent the final few hours with my family and arrived back in London at
2am on Thursday night.
On Thursday morning two of my club mates, Alan Bruce and Roz
McGinty, started getting the word out that I was going everesting again and
organised support crew for various stages of the day. As usual the response was
epic and I got my buzz back, the tingle down the back of my legs and the itch
that I had felt a few days before my impromptu everesting of Boxhill, I felt
ready once again. I had learn’t my lesson from the last time and decided not to
announce my hill until the last minute. I spent Thursday night prepping food
and organising my equipment and put the finishing touches together on Friday
evening before heading off to bed at 2100.