Jo Herrings Adventures

This is not the conventional altitude sickness. I haven't lost my appetite, got a thumping headache, disintry or suffer from shortness of breath after 10 steps. This is a feeling of missing all of these symptoms, just to be in the great heights of the Himalayas again. That feeling that none of my pictures from my time in the Kumbu or indeed Sikhm really can medicate me. The thing about travel is it gets under your skin so much it really can leave you with a permanent impediment. The wanderlust of being in the valley of the great mountains 60 years on since the first summit by my heroes Sir Edmund Hillary and Sherpa Tenzing Norgay is consuming me at the moment. Today is my first anniversary since I made it to Everest Base Cam p, and if today is anything to go by I will be making a return! I will never forget the difficulty of the Kumbu. With nothing more than 5 months travelling South East Asia as training and the first night providing me with a bout of the runs, I was not best...

I started this blog 2 years ago after competing in my second half marathon . That day was both a celebration of British sport and a commemoration of life. The race was on the famed British F1 track at Silverstone and despite my best efforts I'm fairly confident my cornering wasn't as good as Lewis Hamilton. Despite expecting smooth surfaces and a flat track, I discovered it was before the pre-season resurfacing, so plenty of gravel was kicked over the smooth surface and there was definitely inclines not the perfect flat race track I was hoping for. The day itself resonates with me as it was 9 years since my fathers passing from Cancer. It was nice to do something productive on his anniversary rather than head to the beach like I usually do to escape the world. My emotions were superseded with the tragic loss of lives in NZ during the Christchurch Earthquake just 2 weeks previously. Where Amanda, my school head girl, NZ hockey player, mother, wife and friend was killed. Honest...