With sport comes the physical training; the greater influence is the mental training. Commitment, resilience, goal setting, visualisation, day in day out. If your going to the top you need to commit to all of that. But with it also comes flow, ease, enjoyment and most of all something that has dropped into my consciousness in the last few years, intuition. The instinctual feeling and knowingness that so often so many of us choose to ignore. In my mind, this is by far of greatest importance than anything else.
Before success comes in anyone's life, they are sure to meet with much temporary defeat, and, perhaps, some failure. When defeat overtakes someone, the easiest and most logical thing to do is to quit. That is exactly what the majority of people do. The most successful people the world has ever known say their greatest success came just one step beyond the point at which defeat had overtaken them. Failure is a trickster with a keen sense of irony and cunning. It takes great delight in tripping one when success is almost within reach.
Hunched over a rock at 5650m the sun belated down on my lifeless body. The time was 8am, day two. We had been walking for six and a half hours. 150m from the top of El Misti, a volcano just out of Arequipa, Peru. For the past few hours I’d stumbled on, drunk on the lack of oxygen to my brain. Concentrating on each step that sucked the energy from every inch of my mind and body. An hour earlier I had looked up, all I could see was rocks that stretched on for eternity. I was assured that top was only an hour passed this rocky wall.