It’s funny to me really, how weird a comfort zone is.
It’s this strange vortex that is both friendly and constricting at the same time. And it expands – as well as shrinks. I’m spending my weekend in the French alps for work and today, my comfort zone was both pushed and pulled in all directions.
From mountain biking across rocky paths and steep descents (less than lady like language was used) to river rafting across tepid rapids, swimming down a freezing river, jumping 11 metres from a ledge into the water and even eating a whole pizza (my first encounter with dough for the first time in months) it was a pretty adventurous day. I loved every moment.
Weirdly, the pizza scared me most and the ledge jump terrified me the least. In fact, one of the main reasons I chose to fling myself off was purely to avoid the muddy descent back down to the raft!
Hope you’re having a great weekend – stay tuned for more photographs of my alpine adventure.