Have you ever had a crisis of confidence?

I have.  In fact, it happened to me last month.  As I trudged up the 4th peak of the Welsh 3000s challenge, I questioned my ability to finish what I’d started, in more ways than one.  I panicked that maybe I wasn’t good enough to complete the Welsh 3000s – a fast paced and gruelling journey in which you summit all 15 peaks in Snowdonia above 3000ft, in under 24 hours.  But, that was just the tip of the crisis iceberg.  The Welsh 3000s challenge for me was a training exercise, preparing me for an even bigger and more personal challenge lying ahead…

Some of you may already know that I’m training to complete a unique challenge in August.  The challenge involves stand up paddle boarding, cycling and hiking across Wales, from Cardiff to Holyhead.  I’m fundraising for the Search and Rescue Dogs in Wales, Keep Wales Tidy, and Mind for mental health.

I love Wales!

Training has been a hard battle to gain not only the physical ability to do this, but also the knowledge required to safely complete my journey.  Particularly with the paddle boarding element, where it’s been a steep learning curve to gain the knowledge needed to journey along the Bristol channel – the second most tidal region in the World!

A couple of months back, I completed a 48km day on my paddle board; paddling from Porthcawl to Penarth.  A massive tick in the confidence box.  But after the high of realising I can paddle long distance wore off, the confidence crushing demons crept in.  Could I cycle far enough to complete my challenge?  Had I neglected the cycling and hiking elements and focussed too heavily on the paddle boarding element?

Jellyfish encounters

So, 4 days later I headed out on my bike, and cycled 107.5km.  From Cardiff to the Rhigos mountain, to Merthyr, and back to Cardiff.  Again, a massive tick in the confidence box, and enough to pacify the demons for another few days.  I guess you probably know what’s coming next…

A few days down the line, the demons had forced their way back in, and were running rings around me.  Would I be able to hike 15 peaks after paddle boarding and cycling???  Compared to the other 2 elements of my challenge, hiking is where my experience lies.  I completed some pretty hard trails and challenges whilst part of the Officer Training Corps, and the mountains have always been where I’ve felt at home.  But, the demons weren’t having it.

Next thing I know, I’m sat in Pen-Y-Pass car park at 04:30am on a Saturday morning, with a group of people that I’d never met, but who I’d get to know over the proceeding 20 hours.

Pen-Y-Pass car park – The start of the Welsh 3000s challenge

We completed peaks 1-3 on the Snowdon range, and descended into Nantperis to our first checkpoint, and then onto the Glyderau range.  Peak 4, Elidar Fawr, is a non-technical climb.  No scrambling or technical ability required in comparison to some of the other peaks, just a long hard slog of ascent.  It was at this point that I began to question my ability to complete the challenge.  Not because peak 4 was going to defeat me, I knew I could push through that, but because my chimp brain was running ahead of me.

Our human brains have a nasty habit of catastrophising in stressful situations.  This wasn’t about peak 4 at all, this was my mind creating beliefs that if I was struggling at this point, I would never make it to the end of the Welsh 3000s.  And if I couldn’t do that, what chance do I have for my challenge in August?

Sunset view from peak 13

I gave myself so many talking’s to on the ascent of peak 4.  I got into the root of why I was there and what this was all about.  My Ultimate Wales challenge has been about more than just training for the final adventure.  I dreamt it up with the intention of giving my adventures a purpose.  It’s been a fundraising project with an ethos behind it – to inspire and encourage more people to get outdoors, move, adventure, and explore this beautiful country.  It’s been about encouraging people to take control of their own health, both mental and physical.  And it’s been about my own self progression.

15 peaks in 19.5 hours, a 50km continuous journey, 4000m (13,000ft) of ascent, scrambling, sweating, laughing, blisters, burning knees… and the Welsh 3000s was complete!  I crawled into my tent with another big fat tick in the confidence box, and the confidence crushing demons left out in the cold.

The Welsh 3000s dream team

Next time you’re facing your peak 4, ask yourself why you are doing what you are doing.  That’s the way to get through a crisis of confidence.  You’ll touch on your core values, and remind yourself why the thing you are doing is important to you.  And if you’re ever facing the actual peak 4, turn around now, it’s flipping horrible! (But the view is well worth it!)

If you’ve enjoyed this post, I’d be eternally grateful if you could donate to my fundraising target.  Just £1 would make a huge difference in helping me to blow my target out of the water 🙂

https://www.sponsorme.co.uk/sarahleighton/ultimate-wales-expedition.aspx

 

Or, if you’d like to learn to paddle board, we still have spaces available on the next Intro to SUP fundraiser.  Get tickets here;

https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/learn-to-stand-up-paddle-board-sup-and-raise-money-for-charity-tickets-47544084637

Winter SUP training in Cardiff

Cardiff Bay is the area of water created by the Cardiff Barrage, in the South of the city.  Supplied by two rivers, the Taff and the Ely, and blocked off from coastal tides by the barrage.  It’s a great area to explore by stand up paddle board (SUP), and a perfect place to start paddling for beginners.  It can also provide more sheltered areas than coastal locations – ideal for some winter SUP board training!

In early January, ready to kickstart 2018 with some Winter training, I packed my kit for a paddle boarding adventure in the bay.  Usually when I go on adventures I’m heading toward the coast, mountains, or lakes.  But within 15 minutes of leaving my house in Cardiff, I was sat outside Channel View leisure centre, eating a pot of porridge and waiting eagerly for the doors to open so I could pay my launch fee.  It costs £5 to launch from Channel View, and they give you a little pass to show anyone who might ask; I guess in case you get stopped by the harbour authority.

 

The water looked pretty calm, and there were several groups arriving with RIBs, or Rigid Inflatable Boats as it stands for (I can’t pretend I knew that – I’ve just googled “inflatable speed boats”)  They all knew each other, and I gathered that a day out on the water with boating friends was a regular thing for them.  Chatting to a few of these boat enthusiasts, I tried to sound like I knew exactly what I was doing.  But when I was assured by a skipper that there’d be plenty of helping hands on the water to rescue a damsel in distress if the weather turned, I realised that my cover may have been blown.

With no intention of ever needing to be rescued, but slightly reassured that should it go ‘tits up’ I wasn’t out there alone, I headed confidently down to the jetty.  Avoiding the swan poo, and the swans themselves for that matter, I paddled my way from the mouth of the river Taff, out toward the wider bay.

If I’m honest, I hadn’t decided how far I was going.  But, with one eye on the weather, and the other monitoring my energy levels, I headed across the water toward the barrage.  I’d always advise beginners to stay toward the edge, I’d also advise them to paddle at least in pairs.  But I’m not quite a beginner, and I also never take my own advice – so I went slap bang across the middle of the bay on my own – and it was awesome!

I turned just before getting to the barrage itself, and headed along the edge of the bay, back toward the mouth of the Taff.  The wind had picked up a little, and there was a bit more chop in the water.  I still managed to stop and get a few selfies with the GoPro, even though that meant floating back about 7 miles (slight exaggeration) whilst faffing with the camera.

I headed under the Cardiff Bay link road back toward Channel View, but I wasn’t done yet.  Leaving Channel View in the opposite direction takes you up the River Taff, and toward the Principality Stadium.  So, with plenty of energy still in the tank, that’s where I headed next.

I passed water taxis full of tourists travelling from Cardiff centre to the bay.  Paddling through two dark tunnels, I wondered how many rats could be swimming nearby!

I reached the Principality stadium before turning back down river.  The paddle back was leisurely, in fact there wasn’t that much paddling involved as I coasted down river.

I headed back to Channel View after what was a successful paddle session by all accounts, and only then did I realise how hungry I was!

If you want to see a snapshot of the action, check out my YouTube video…

If you’d like to try out paddle boarding, keep an eye on my website events page, Facebook, and Instagram for Introduction to SUP sessions which I’ll be hosting this spring, in association with South Wales SUP club.  If you are interested – pop me a message now via social media to register your interest.

If you have some SUP boarding experience, and would like to go out in Cardiff Bay, you can hire kit from Puravida Board Riders in Penarth – and please give me a shout if you’re looking for some company!

Winter Paddle Boarding in the Lake District (in pictures)

Derwent water, fed by the river Derwent, is the third largest lake in the Lake District.  With its’ glassy waters, islands and mountainous surroundings, it creates a scenic location for paddling.  There is good access for launching stand up paddle boards, kayaks and canoes, with launch fees varying between launch spots (read on to see where I launched for free!)

Over Christmas, in that period where it’s totally acceptable to stay in pyjamas and have no idea what day it is (shout out to those people who work to keep the World going around over Christmas), I took the opportunity to start some serious paddle board training for my ULTIMATE Wales expedition.

 

Thanks to Puravida Boardriders of Penarth in South Wales, I was kitted out with the O’Shea GT inflatable SUP board.  I borrowed the kit for the festive period, and prayed that the weather would play ball.

 

Two days after Christmas I headed off on a road trip, arriving in the Lake District that evening.  The next morning, with an early start and a belly full of breakfast on my side, I headed out to the lake.  Day 1 was a crisp cold day, with blue skies and chilly winter sunshine.  Right on the lake shore is Kettlewell National Trust car park; small but perfectly situated for launching onto Derwentwater.  There is a pay and display machine, however, when I visited it was out of use, and I think it had been for a while.  I can imagine that this car park would fill up early in the summer months, so it would be best to arrive early to get a space.

This was my first time paddle boarding in Winter, and being reluctant to go out and spend a pretty penny on a dry suit, I decided to wear my wetsuit with a couple of clothing layers over the top.  For winter SUP’ing, although tempting to layer up in your warmest bits and pieces, it’s not advisable to wear clothing which would become water logged if you fell in.  My wetsuit alone isn’t warm enough for a cold winters day on top of the water, so extra layers were a must.  I weighed up my options and decided that if I did fall in, I’d have my wetsuit to help retain warmth whilst I paddled back to land.  As much as you think you won’t fall in, there is always a chance.

Launching out onto the lake was serene.  An intermittent breeze gave the water a manageable choppiness.  I soon found my confidence on the perimeter, and started paddling toward the opposite side.  Derwentwater is approximately 1 mile wide and 3 miles long, with the town of Keswick at the northern end, and the river mouth at the southern end.  There was not a person in sight, and with the mid-morning sun now shining above the eastern mountains, the scenery was epic!

Toward the middle of the crossing, the wind blowing toward the north caused a bit of a side-on wave, but it was nothing too crazy.  In the summer months, I’ve paddled along sections of the South Wales coast, so I’m used to bouncing across waves.  The wind drag did however slow my pace, but I was glad to have this opportunity to practice in different conditions.  The wind is one of the variables which I want to understand and experience as much as possible, before I embark on my expedition in the summer.

As I got close to the other side, I started to head North toward Keswick.  As well as practicing my paddling, I wanted to practice my GoPro skills – selfies are not my strong point, and neither are they my bag.  I waved the GoPro around on video mode, hoping I’d have some Instagram worthy footage captured.  As it turned out, I did manage to capture a few good angles of the scenery, and a few cringe worthy mug shots.  Unfortunately, the battery life for the GoPro is pretty pants!  So without a spare battery stash, I wasn’t able to capture my full paddle journey like I’d hoped.  Here’s my first GoPro video attempt….


My paddling took me along the western edge of the lake toward Keswick, between the islands at the northern end, and back against the wind on the eastern side.  Day 1 was complete, and I celebrated my first proper training day with way too much food that evening, coupled with an early night.

 

Day 2 of training began a couple of days later after a family visit Scotland.  Back at the lakeside in Kettlewell car park, the lake looked glassy and flat.  I watched a canoe head off toward the river mouth, and chatted to a kayaker who was setting up for a paddle to the other side with his dog.  The weather wasn’t so bright this time, cloudy with a light breeze though, and nothing forecast to change until that night.

After inflating the SUP, kitting up, and watching the kayaker launch, I attached my leash at the water’s edge.  With the water still looking glassy and flat, I set out with a plan to venture toward the South to explore the river mouth.  After only 5-10 minutes however, mother nature piped up, and the lake became what felt like a wind and wave tunnel.  The waves weren’t really too much of a problem, but the strength of the wind made paddling pretty difficult.  In fact, when the wind gusted strongly, I could do nothing but use my paddle to hold my position, to stop me from being blown to Keswick.  I didn’t feel that I could fully control my direction, and as I looked toward the middle of the lake, I knew there was no chance I could paddle against the wind strength.

I decided it was best to abandon the session, and paddled back to the shore.  It took me more than twice as long to get back as it had to get out.  Although I didn’t consider the situation dangerous, I knew that my worst case scenario of being blown to Keswick would mean a long walk back carrying the SUP.  As I landed on the shore, I noticed the kayaker heading in.  He’d also abandoned his trip, and we waited with baited breathe as his dog swam against the waves toward the shore, still with her stick in her mouth.

Despite my disappointment at abandoning the day, it was a great reminder that at times, the weather dictates to you what you can and can’t do.  I love the great outdoors, its’ unpredictability, and the need to make decisions based on situations as they arise.

 

The day wasn’t wasted in the end, I learnt a lot, and spent the rest of my time hiking and taking in the beautiful snow topped mountains and Lake District views!

 

 

ULTIMATE Wales Christmas fundraising

During the festive period, the staff in my workplace took part in several Christmas challenges, raising £219 for the charities being supported by my ULTIMATE Wales expedition.  So, here’s a little run down of what we got up to…

We had a ‘Poop a bauble’ challenge – in which people raced each other to place a bauble between their legs; transporting it from one location to another, and dropping it into the ‘festive toilet’ (a decorated bucket).  With no hands aloud, this was a good laugh, and lent itself to being a great photo opportunity.

The ‘Snow Face’ challenge involved placing an edible snowball on your forehead, and then trying to more it to your mouth without using your hands.  Again, this challenge provided some pretty comical photo opportunities.

Finally, a Wheel of Fortune raffle was the star of the fundraising show.  I’d like to say a huge thank you to the kind people at Miskin Manor near Cardiff, who donated the fantastic prize of afternoon tea for two.  The Wheel of Fortune added an interactive twist to what was essentially a normal raffle.  People paid £1 to enter, and their spin on the wheel dictated how many entries they got for the raffle.

This was a simple way to start my fundraising efforts – with more to come in the coming months.

If anyone has any ideas for future fundraisers, I’d appreciate suggestions via email, Facebook, or Instagram