Beg, borrow or steal

Now some who know me well, would say I'm a pretty organised person, the type who likes to plan every detail of their holidays four months in advance or make sure they get friends to save the date for a party 4 weeks before it actually happens. Yes, it's more fun to live life on the edge, but I can't help it if I enjoy the anticipation of an event just as much as the event itself.

So when I realised the trek was just three weeks away and I hadn't even looked at the recommended packing list I had the mildest of panic attacks. I don't have ANYTHING I need.. not a thing. Well I have a sleeping bag, but the lining has been ripped to shreds, and a camping mat but it's hardly the Thermo-moulding one I was recommended (Lidl's own was such a bargain!)

And it's not just the gear I'm missing... I haven't done a shred of exercise since my 10k three weeks ago and have just found out that my annual travel insurance (smugly bought a week ago to supposedly save money) doesn't cover me for a week's intense trekking. What has happened to the girl my friends used to call Monica Gellar?!

I have no one to blame for this lack of preparation but myself, as I have been preoccupied by a trip to Glastonbury and my 26th birthday, (which stretched into a week long celebration as these things tend to do.) So now it's time to knuckle down and sort my life out... I'm off to Kathmandu - (the trekking shop not the place - that would just add to my travelling traumas) to purchase all the essentials and beg, borrow or steal the rest. As my friend Lorenzo told me today (as he fished for a mention on my blog!) I have to stop partying and start training, so it's a run home for me tonight and a night spent organising - (now where's that color-coded filing system?)