What would you do with a hundred pounds?

Posted February 8th, 2010 by Tim Moss

A generous relative gave me a £100 cheque for Christmas.

If you follow this site much then you’ll know that money is not my greatest asset at the moment and thus I didn’t feel I could blow the cash on a frivolity. Equally, I hate watching gifted money seep into daily life, groceries and bills.

Alongside this thought process (a little insight into my slow-working brain here) was the growing sense of irony that I had given up my job to pursue a more adventurous lifestyle and yet, looking ahead to a new year, it was impossible to plan a trip because I didn’t have a income source.

And then I slapped myself hard around the face with a wad of £20 notes. Well, five to be precise.

You don’t need loads of money to have an adventure! Practicalities shouldn’t impede wanderlust. What have I been writing about all this time if not that? The rat can be fed on a pittance.

So, here is my plan:

In a week’s time I will step out of my front door with a rucksack full of kit and a wallet full of twenties (again, that would be five twenties) to see what I can get up to. I don’t want to have anything much planned beyond that because I’d like to keep it open and free. But I have set myself a few “generic adventure objectives” to keep the interest and challenge element alive. Here’s what I’ve got so far:

  1. Climb a mountain
  2. Sleep under the stars
  3. Swim outdoors
  4. Hitch-hike
  5. Leave England
  6. Stay in the UK
  7. Take some new photos for this blog
  8. Avoid familiar areas, aim for new ones
  9. Get back in time to give a talk on February 23rd
  10. Have an adventure

What else should I include? Do you think £100 is enough for all of this?

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Typical expenditure for running a Tube line

Posted February 7th, 2010 by Tim Moss

One of the things I enjoy most about my latest challenge – to run the length of every Tube line in London – is its simplicity. And part of that is the low running cost (note the pun).

Thus I present to you today the expedition budget for a typical day spent running the length of a London Underground train line:

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  • Transport to/from start: Bicycle – Free
  • Transport back to start from end: Tube – Free (courtesy of Transport For London)
  • Hydration: Tap water – Free
  • Nutrition: 1 pack fig rolls – 45p
  • Toileting: Public, typically at train stations – 30p or free
  • Equipment: Old running shoes and lycra from cupboard – Free
  • Navigation (Maps): TFL Cycle Guides – Free
  • Navigation (Satellite): GPS feature on phone – Free
  • Comms: Mobile phone text messages to Twitter - Free
  • Food consumed upon returning to the house: Incalculable

Follow my progress at www.thenextchallenge.org/tube

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5 health benefits of cold water swimming

Posted February 5th, 2010 by Tim Moss

If you had to assign one attribute to the kind of people who jump into ice-encrusted lakes for fun, it would probably be: weird. But, if pushed for a second, I bet it would be: healthy.

Overweight, lethargic, bad skin, thin hair. These are not adjectives often associated with those crazy cold water enthusiasts. Try: athletic, youthful and toned with good complexions and lots of energy. So, what’s their secret? What are the real health benefits of regular exposure to cold water and are they available to normal people without masochistic tendencies?

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1. Boosts your immune system

For your body, a sudden and drastic change in temperature constitutes an attack – as anyone who’s ever fallen overboard in British waters will concur. And, whilst “attacking” your own body may not sound like a good thing, there is no harm in keeping it on its toes. In fact, quite the opposite.

Scientists from the Czech Republic immersed witting subjects in cold water for one hour, three times a week and monitored their physiology. They found significant increases in white blood cell counts and several other factors relating to the immune system. This was attributed to the cold water being a mild stressor which activates the immune system and gives it some practice.

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2. For an all-natural high

Winter swimmers talk a lot about the ‘high’ they get from cold water – a feeling of wellbeing that’s so encompassing that it becomes quite addictive (who doesn’t want to feel truly good, at least once a day?) The cause? Endorphins.

Endorphins are the body’s natural pain killers and, in the case of a cold dip, it uses them to take the sting away from your skin. So, to get high on your own supply, all you need to do is jump in a river.

And if you think that sounds dangerously close to the pleasure/pain barrier then you’re probably right. The two other primary causes for endorphin release are pain and orgasm.

The cold will also stimulate your parasympathetic system, which is responsible for rest and repair, and this can trigger the release of dopamine and serotonin. These neurotransmitters are a vital part of keeping us happy and low levels of them are linked with depression. Couple this effect with the endorphin rush as you take the plunge and it should make for a warm glow and a wide smile when you re-emerge.

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3. Gets your blood pumping

Being hot brings blood to surface. Being cold sends it to your organs. Both extremes work your heart like a pump. That’s why the whole sit in the sauna, roll in the snow, sit in the sauna thing makes people glow. But why is increased blood flow good for you?

Well, it helps flush your circulation for starters, pushing blood through all your capillaries, veins and arteries. It will exfoliate your skin and flush impurities from it, thus helping your complexion (firm-bodied women of all ages around pool sides say it stops cellulite). Evidence also demonstrates that your body adapts to the cold with repeated exposure and this may improve your circulation, particularly to your extremities – no bad thing in the winter months.

You could get these benefits by switching between the hot and cold taps in your shower (or the sauna, snow, sauna thing) but that doesn’t sound nearly as fun as quick dip in your local pond followed by wrapping up warm afterwards.

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4. Improves your sex life

The suggestion of a cold shower might bring forth images of hot-headed young men trying to quell wanton urges but research paints a different picture.

In a study with a similar format to the one described above, participants took daily cold baths and were monitored for changes. In addition to some similar results to their Czech counterparts, these researchers also found increased production of testosterone and oestrogen in men and women respectively.

In addition to enhancing libido in both sexes, these hormones also play an important role in fertility. In fact, one technique recommended for men looking to fatherhood is to bathe their testicles in cold water every day.  Whatever your procreative desires, a dip of a different sort certainly could add an edge to your sex life.

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5. Burns calories

We all know that swimming is great exercise but there are some extra benefits from doing it in the North Sea that you just won’t get from a warm wade in the Med.

Swimming in cold water will make your body work twice as hard to keep you warm and burn more calories in the process. For this sort of exercise, fat is your body’s primary source of energy and the increased work rate will increase your metabolism in the long run.

 

(This article was originally written for the Outdoor Swimming Society)

 

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Así Es La Vida (Part One) – Guest Blog: Andy Ruck

Posted February 3rd, 2010 by Tim Moss

My friend Andy Ruck has just had his first book – Así Es La Vida – published and has very kindly offered me an extract for this website.

To set the tone, I could tell you that Andy has spent the last six years in Scotland with brief and not-so-brief forays into the Alps, Norway, Spain, Morocco, India and South America, and that the last of these forms the backdrop for his current book.

Or I could simply let you know that he’s filed in my phone book under “The Rock”.

 

I TOOK a nervous step back, looking into the eyes of my attacker. He moved forward. My eyes focused on the knife in his hand. Another step back. He jabbed the knife towards me. I froze.

It was two and a half years later and this was where that adventurous spirit had led us. Typical.

“DEJA LA MOCHILA!!!”

No, he really wasn’t joking. A fairly clear order, even with my faltering Spanish, to drop the rucksack, uttered through fiercely clenched teeth and in a tone approaching a declaration of barbarian warfare.

On this occasion, we really should have known better. A poor neighbourhood of tin shacks stood to our left, separated from us only by a short embankment. We had located the slip-road onto the straight, dusty stretch of road that leads north from San Miguel de Tucumán. We were keen to cover as much ground as possible by way of hitchhiking, reasoning as ever that it was the best way to engage with the people. We dropped the rucksacks and began standing with our thumbs out. The initial signs were not good. It was a fast road and no drivers seemed to pay us much attention. Still, it was a busy road too, so you just never knew.

Cars passed.

First, a guy on an old squeaky bicycle passed us, shouting something we didn’t quite catch and indicating the other side of the road.

“Dunno what he was saying,” shrugged Carson. “I mean, why would we want to go that side? Cars won’t pull over then.” We disregarded his advice.

Cars passed.

About ten minutes and numerous dust-clouds from passing cars later, a kindly family who had been busying themselves outside their tiny house for the last few minutes, pointed across the “barrio,” in urgent tones warning “Les van a robar, Les van a robar!” – they’re going to rob you. Sure enough two very shifty-looking guys of around our age were lurking against the side of one of the dishevelled hovels, staring suspiciously in our direction and leaving their intentions beyond reasonable doubt. Now we were galvanised into some kind of action, although perhaps still not as urgent as it should have been.

“Let’s walk away from here, go and try that service station back there instead,” suggested Carson, and we began walking south again, with no particular urgency.

What happened next was something of a blur. I was about ten metres behind Carson when three youths of about sixteen came running down the embankment.

The three boys were clearly nervous; they had probably never robbed anyone as big as me before. They breathed deeply and waved the knife at me whenever I moved. I suppose I might have been a black belt in karate or ex-military tough guy who could floor them all with one mighty blow. Lucky for them I’m, well… not. Of course, I spent the next few days wondering if they would ever have dared use that knife, and whether merely shouting a few obscenities at them would have sent them scurrying back to their tin shacks and hiding in a corner until Christmas. But at that moment panic reigned and I dropped the rucksack.

It took all three of the little bastards to carry it away, mind.

 

You can read another extract of Andy’s book next. Así es la Vida: An Un-structured Voyage of Discovery in South America is on sale now.

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Camp in Your Living Room – Everyday Adventure #2

Posted February 1st, 2010 by Tim Moss

Did you ever build a fort in your living room and sleep in it when you were a kid? Camp in your back garden and get scared by the sound of the local cat outside / noise of the wind / shadow of your dad coming out to check on you? How about a sleepover with a midnight feast at your friend’s house?

There are many simple pleasures from childhood that we lose as adults and the excitement of sleeping somewhere new, somewhere different risks being one of them.

This month’s Everyday Adventure mission is to camp in your living room. Pull the cushions off your sofa, get a sleeping bag out of the cupboard and crash on the floor. Or, if you don’t fancy that…

  • Sleep over at a friend’s house just for the hell of it. Stay up late chewing the fat, watching DVDs under the duvet or dunking marshmallows in hot chocolate.
  • Pitch a tent in the back garden or sleep under the stars when there’s a clear forecast (or even when there’s not).
  • Wrap up extra warm and sleep with the windows and curtains open. Open the doors to the cocoon of your life, experience the season a little more and wake up to a real sunsrise for once.
  • Sleep with your head at the bottom of the bed, switch sides with your partner, push your bed to the other side of the room or get into a sleeping bag on your own mattress.

Do not tell yourself that you’re too busy, you won’t sleep well or you might get cold. We’re all busy, we’re all tired all the time and you can take three extra blankets if that’s your concern.

Don’t ask “Why, when I’ve got a perfectly good bed just there?”. This is not a How-To guide on living an ordinary, boring, mundane life. This is the spice for the everyday, the excuse to deviate from the norm, the full-fat, full-caffeine espresso shot for life. This is a compass that points only up.

Go forth, troops, and sleep in the wilds of your surroundings. Report back within the month on the comments form below or on the Facebook page.

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This is an Everyday Adventure and it is here for you to try.

There are no rules, constraints or conditions. Treat this as a spark for your imagination. Use it as an injection of excitement into your daily routine.

Please spread the word, email a link to this page or share it on Twitter and Facebook with the buttons at the bottom right. There’ll be a new idea for each month of 2010 along with another fantastic image courtesy of David Tett Photography.

Now, what are you waiting for…? Go have an adventure!

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Axes, traffic and lycra – The Quarter Master (Dec 09)

Posted January 31st, 2010 by Tim Moss

The first British foot on Laram Kk’ota Chico, Bolivia

At the end of each quarter, I list some favourite articles as selected by the web master (that’s me).

If you vote for the ones you like then it’ll help me improve content for the future. I’ll post the results at the start of the next quarter although you can view them at any time.

See all Next Challenge polls here.

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A Thousand Tiny Ants

Posted January 29th, 2010 by Tim Moss

I’m lying on my back, awake in bed with my mind wide open.

Whatever it is, it courses my body invigorating the very nerve fibres of my being. And with it a thousand tiny ants dance across the skin’s surface, their minute legs tickling me to excitement and a new level of alertness.

It is the reason that my toes are numb and I’m starting to shiver, writing this as I am, in clothes wet from a morning’s ride, damp leggings clinging to my quadriceps, an unattended hunger rumbling in my stomach and a workload sitting in the aether, awaing my attention and…

…it is the way my muscles ache from the run of my life yesterday, alerting me to their presence with a body-wide hunger for consumption, my gut echoes the groans of confusion from my legs – is this pleasure or pain? – the arch of my foot swells, perhaps with pride and…

…it is the realisation that pain is good (sometimes), that the line between enjoyment and discomfort is a fine one, that the unwritten rules of “fun”, “good” and “normal” have not made it to print for a reason (they do not exist), that cycling in the rain is a treat, that missing the train is a giggle, the wave of a stranger, the splash of a puddle, the whir of traffic and the queue at the supermarket, these are the joys of life and they are not to be missed and…

…why are you sitting there? how can you read the paper, do the washing up, listen to the radio when the world is out there and you are a part of it? why does no one share this with me? why can you not see these remarkable things? what purpose have they whilst remaining unspoken? and…

…and…

…and reality arrives with the predictability of a clock striking noon. I sit at my desk and a reflection barely visible stares back from the cold void of a computer screen which hides emails, to do lists, work, bank statements. Normal. Life.

Is that silence?

Is it the gap left by ants crushed with each press of a key, their existence dependent on excitement and vanquished by routine? I have fallen into the very trap I gleefully danced around, pointing with bewilderment at the naive ensnared, unaware of the world’s motion, at once rapid and perpetual. I stood on the outside yet I am a part of it, I am inside like everyone else.

Is that silence?

Or…

…if you listen closely, can you hear still the quiet shuffle of a thousand tiny feet as ants reassamble, silenced for now but ready to dance at the very next sign of life?

My computer starts and my fingers type as they have done on every other day of the week, month, year, only, now they do so with a tingling sensation, almost imperceptible but unequivocally felt.

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How was your lunch break?

Posted January 27th, 2010 by Tim Moss

The end of 2010’s first month is almost upon us and it is time to reflect… on your lunch breaks.

At the start of the month I set you the challenge of breaking free from your workplace and making the most of your lunch hour. On Monday we’ll have a new Everyday Adventure idea but in the meantime… what did you get up to?

The Everyday Adventure concept seems to have struck a chord with many of you and word is already beginning to spread a little. I’m particularly pleased that it’s not just the die-hard expeditioners to whom it appeals. That’s great because the whole idea is to get more people involved and aware that the thrill of adventure comes not just from the mountain you’re dangling off or river you’re paddling against but from the kick of trying something new, the knowledge that you are living in the moment and the exhilaration of breaking loose from the rigmarole of normal life.

Here’s a debrief of what I’ve heard so far:

You…

Went sledging in the snow, up the Monument, to a bagel shop, power-walked along the Thames, ran around a snowy park, tried to a new pub, squeezed in a climbing session, became more aware of your 40-minutes of freedom, set up a weekly escape to visit local museums, made a long overdue phone call and met with a new running club.

What else?

Comments on the form below or on my new Facebook page.

Me…

I saved my lunchtime jailbreak for the moment I needed it most: my second day of copying and pasting cells from one Excel spreadsheet to another in the name of data entry at seven pounds an hour. I completed a recce on my first tea break and, by noon the next day, could barely contain my excitement. I lugged my kit to the men’s room, slipped into my costume, removing shirt, shoes and tie, and ran through the office. I’m not sure the guy on his mobile even noticed.

I jogged down the street, through the snow and to the banks of the River Thames.

Wrestling to get the neopreme balaclava over my head I grinned at a passing couple and took the plunge. The cold, the swans, the current, the solitude of an empty river and the company of turning heads from the bridge above. Bliss.

I retraced my footprints in the snow, buzzed reception to let me in (“Hi, it’s Tim the temp!”) and, just yards from the finish line I got busted – wetsuit dripping a trail of fresh Thames water along the dull brown carpet. After a double take at the incongruous vision of a diving suit in an office, “Where have you been?”, she asked .

I wanted to explain the concept of living life as adventure,  capitalising on your lunchtime, embracing the world and everything else that I write about on these pages but, instead, endorphins blurted out:

“I went for a swim in the Thames!”

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This one’s for you

Posted January 25th, 2010 by Tim Moss

This is a message for those that know me
And it is a signal to those that don’t
It goes out to those that are reading this
And it’s written for those that won’t

Your words are fuel
Your gestures the catalyst
Your thoughts provide an impetus
Your feedback the direction

This is for the “Wow” that marked a turning point
Fanning the flames you knew were in need
This is for your words when my own weren’t forthcoming

You, for hearing me out
You, for spelling it out
You, for being more positive
And you, for passing my name
(Having passed me up)

A world, a wheel, a single line
I won’t stop
But I will remember you

This is for the hero badge
The practicality
The slap of reality

You called it brave and you called it astute
It felt like neither
But I felt those words

You said it was more than I thought
(And I think it was)

For the runner, the cyclist, the rower, the climber,
The first step’s the hardest
I hope the second came naturally

It is for you, you, you, you and you
And you, you, you and you
I remember you each that weekend
As I remember your harsh words
Thank you
Keep looking down your nose at me and I’ll keep raising my head higher

Call it duty
Call it hero worship
Call it what you want
It means enough that I won’t ever raise it

Your words are fuel
Your gestures the catalyst
That was from me and
This one’s for you

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23 Ideas

Posted January 23rd, 2010 by Tim Moss

 

I keep lists. Some examples include:

  • Tim’s Big IdeasMy Mile and the rickshaw thing lurked there for a while and it includes other great ideas like “Cycle to the South Pole!” and “Tow a car somewhere!”
  • Books/songs/films – There is always so much great new stuff out there that I can rarely keep up with the rate of recommendation/discovery.
  • Interesting things – People are always telling you about cool stuff and it’s very easy to let it slip in one ear and out the other without ever following up on it. I now make a point of writing things down (which probably makes me a very annoying person to talk to since I’m always scribbling or tapping into my phone)
  • Ideas for blog entries…

I just sat down to update this blog and started, as I often do, by loading up the ingeniously entitled ‘Ideas.txt’ to see if I had any thoughts already down or if I would have to think of something on the spot.

To my surprise and mild alarm, I had a back log of twenty three different topics about which I could write. (I suppose this could count as number twenty four but I think that might start some strange cycle…)

It feels a bit like a squirrel stashing nuts for the winter. When synaptic activity is in abundance, I furiously store away all my brain waves and daft thoughts on paper. Then, when the grey matter hits an impenetrable wall of vacancy, I can greedily dip into the larder of prepared thought.

My point? (Because my simplistic mind requires there to be one)

Start a list.

Write down your thoughts. Make a note of recommendations and keep track of your ideas, ambitions, goals, dreams. Even if they are stupid, impractical or not very good (it rarely stops me). When the moment comes and you are bored, it’s raining or you just need to feed the rat, you won’t regret it.

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