Seeking discomfort in London: Thames Rockets and Climb The O2
I'm not really (or at least, up until now) one to seek discomfort (that is, from the chest-flush kind, to that of the quake-in-my-boots variety), and I've a sneaking suspicion I'm not the only one. As a consume-all-the-videos appreciator of Yes Theory and their push-the-button content (from inviting strangers over to a dinner party and wheel of discomfort games, to sky diving and bungee jumping), it's safe to say that many of us (judging by the amount of no's' the guys receive!) are a bit stuck-in-our-rut, programmed to respond with the negative before yes even has a look-in.
It's because of this, and Yes Theory's championing of their 'seek discomfort' message, that I decided, when gifted with the opportunity to stretch myself outside of my fit-self-to edges that I two-hands grabbed it, signing up - during the London portion of our #MCRxLDN weekender - to take a speedboat trip with Thames Rockets, and an 'up we go' Climb The O2 experience.
Playback-ing memories of holding on for dear 'why am I doing this to myself?' life in my Uncle's speed-er, Tequila, way back when, I'll admit to speedboats always having given me the heebie-jeebies, my mind unable to wrap around how a 'bump, bump' along the water's surface, or a tilt-'til-we-almost-touch 180 degree turnaround, wouldn't result in an arse-over-tit fall into dark, dread-to-think-what's-underneath depths. Starting the experience oh-so-casually with a pelt from the tube station to the boat's mooring, I climbed aboard - after being safety-strapped into my life jacket - heart a'booming, settling in beside Dan with a smile on my face that (hopefully, being stiff-upper-lip British and all that) masked my ever so slight, 'am I actually here?!' nausea.
Beginning with some rather mellow flag-waving, hat-wearing, and 'let's play dress up' mask toting, the Thames Rockets team pootled us out - offering up 'there's a landmark' info, here and there - to Tower Bridge, where the speed limit was lifted, and along we bumped on our merry way! Letting out yelps of unexpected delight, we sung hearts out to cheesy, soundtrack-to-our-ride tunes (think Take That, Queen, Cornershop...*wears a puzzled expression* you know which one I mean - Brimful of Asha!), choking out laughs and turning to neighbours to exchange plastered-to-face smiles.
Feeling suitably revved up and raring to jolly well go, the afternoon's trip to climb the O2 was met with no such nerves as the morning's expedition, enthusiasm to be harnessed (punny pun pun pun) and locked in at can't-stop-me-now tipping point. Behind Meg in the 'queue', I quickly (ok, ok, fine - it might have taken me a while) got the handle of pulling self's chain through the every-inch (or so it felt) locks, meeting summit point with calm demeanour and itching-to-pull-my-phone out fingers for our scan of the above-it-we-were city, before the back-down descent (that at one point felt rather James Bond-esque thanks to our need to flip-reverse selves and walk backwards down the last otherwise-we-could-fall-on-our-faces section!) and a tube ride (and then some) back to the hotel in preparation for an evening of (could have been dangerous, but thankfully wasn't!) darts throwing!
Since seeking discomfort the London way, I've been on a bit of an in-my-head mission to work out my 'what shall I try next?'. Having felt suitably plugged-into-the-electric charged after stretching my comfort zones, I'm determined to continue to do so in a way that not only allows me to fit said stretching within the framework of my every day (aka around work and all the adult stuff that needs blummin' doing) but also pushes me to the upper levels of 'why am I doing this?!'-ness! It is all too easy for me to witness others doings from afar, rather than getting involved myself...and I really want to change that.
How have you sought discomfort of late?