“Time and space sort of faded away a little bit, and I was able to get it done.”
I keep looking back at this article about Colin O’Brady, who recently became the first person to make it across Antarctica by himself, boiling snow for water and eating nutritional bars and oatmeal to fuel himself as he trudged across over 900 miles of frozen landscape with 60 mile-per-hour winds and snowstorms.
I can’t imagine the resolve, both physical and mental, that a person must have to accomplish something like this.
My hat’s off to this guy. I mean, he’s 33 years old. I just turned 33, and I most definitely have not done anything this extreme (or memorable).
A few things that stood out to me from this piece:
O’Brady suffered severe burns 10 years ago in an accident, which doctors claimed would prevent him from ever walking normally again. He defied the odds to made a complete recovery, and then went on to do this.
The last person who tried to do what O’Brady accomplished had to call for a rescue just 30 miles from the finish line and ended up dying in a hospital.
At times, the windchill was around 80 degrees Fahrenheit below zero. (And here I am in St. Louis complaining about it being 24 degrees.)