My hamstrings are burning, my breath ragged, my heart pounding high and hard. At 10.30am, with the temperature nudging 30, that first saddle is still an endless series of switchbacks away.
Not even an hour into my epic grade Larapinta trek, my internal monologue kicks in: Maybe I can t do this. This is harder than I thought. Do I need to do this? My pre-walk training regime – lose 10 kilos, do a daily
Yoga with Adriene session and a stroll around Sydney s Iron Cove (on the flat) once a week – might not be enough. What good was my bushwalker s just plod on, you ll get there mantra if muscle memory didn t kick in.