Day 21: 15km And an Almost Squashed Hiker.

Today was a dull day walking (the most exciting part was when I fell, twice, massive-head-of-hair-first, into blackberry bushes) where after nearly being squashed by a car I decided to skip the walk down the busy road and catch a ride into town. So instead of talking walking, let's talk Mental Health. You see, this … Continue reading Day 21: 15km And an Almost Squashed Hiker.

Day 20: 12km But Also 300km All In One Day.

300km. To other hikers that may not seem so incredible. To the average person it probably seems like quite a distance. To me, it's astonishing. 300km is 1/3 of the total distance I have to walk and I sincerely am mildly shocked that I've already reached this distance. I mean, I knew approximately how long … Continue reading Day 20: 12km But Also 300km All In One Day.

Day 19: 26km instead of 22 Because The Ormond Way is Full of Shit.

Today was meant to be an easy 22km. I took my time in the morning, catching my breath when required, letting my body adjust to the cold, trusting Seamus to lead me to Toomevara. I've never been so betrayed in my life. After zigging and zagging across in inordinate amount of fields, Seamus the Rat … Continue reading Day 19: 26km instead of 22 Because The Ormond Way is Full of Shit.

Day 18: 34 Magical KM and All The Barbed Wire.

If you are considering walking The Ormond Way, I have a few words of advice for you: 1) Wear thigh-high-rain-boots. Waterproof pants will not cut it. 2) Wear protective clothing as Seamus the rat bastard has you climbing up and over many a barbed wire fence. 3) Dear lord take it slow as there are … Continue reading Day 18: 34 Magical KM and All The Barbed Wire.

A Post Completely Unrelated to Hiking.

I need to say something and it will come across as a rant, but well, this has been milling about my mind for a while and it's time to get it off my chest. After I was sexually assaulted I developed a fondness for hot showers. The kind that would fill the entire room with … Continue reading A Post Completely Unrelated to Hiking.

Days 11+12: 23km, A Rat Bastard Named Seamus, and The Return of the Inner Voices.

I woke up this morning to the feeling of my heart frantically trying to beat its way out of my chest. (thumpthumpthumpthumpthump) Threw the blanket off and let the cool morning air ease the physical aches setting into my bones. Wiped the cold sweat from my forehead with a trembling right hand and tried with … Continue reading Days 11+12: 23km, A Rat Bastard Named Seamus, and The Return of the Inner Voices.

Days 9+10 – 32km And Someone To Talk To (!!!).

I apologise for being so absent - as it goes with trails, I found myself in an area with only the slightest bit of cell reception (and that's if I hold my arm at a 90 degree angle on the right side of my bed whilst jumping up and down on one foot and patting … Continue reading Days 9+10 – 32km And Someone To Talk To (!!!).

Days 7+8: An Endless Amount of Steps, OR, I forgot my Step Tracker Again.

Yesterday was nothing exciting sadly. I spent the day in Killarney, hunting for new hiking boots. I was successful and even has some time left over to enjoy my first pint of Guinness in an actual Irish pub! The day was full of anxiety and there was a lump in my throats from the moment … Continue reading Days 7+8: An Endless Amount of Steps, OR, I forgot my Step Tracker Again.

Day 6: 25.79km, 37 402 steps and 1 pair of broken boots.

Yesterday was the furthest I've walked yet and it was, in one word, spectacular. It rained all day and I spent the majority of the hike on (astonishingly beautiful) country roads, but the feeling of accomplishment that comes with walking that far after an early-morning anxiety attack is like no other. The voices in my … Continue reading Day 6: 25.79km, 37 402 steps and 1 pair of broken boots.

Day 4+5: I Forgot To Turn On The Step Tracker…BUT Climbed A Mountain.

I tend to underestimate myself, never truly seeing my full potential. Maysen's the name, self- deprecation's the game! Yesterday, despite my self-doubt, I climbed a mountain. The morning was brilliantly lazy - I woke up by the ocean, lounged in my tent and caught a ride to the trail at 11. Despite the sun and … Continue reading Day 4+5: I Forgot To Turn On The Step Tracker…BUT Climbed A Mountain.