For most of my life, I was what you’d call the “indoor type”.
My hobbies were things like shopping, reading and doing brunch.
Hiking, surfing or skiing? My. Worst. Nightmare.
And then I met my fiancé.
He was my exact opposite. A perfect day for him would be a morning swim followed by a bike ride and then maybe a relaxing three-hour hike to finish the day off.
So yes, there were clashes.
Like the first time he took me skiing – which ended up with me having a panic attack and crying in the toilets.
Or the first time we went to the beach together, when I ended up literally eating sand after being dumped approximately eight times in a row (I grew up in the country. Don’t judge me).
For the longest time, I resisted. I’d always been the sort of person who hated trying new things (unless I was confident I was going to be really, really good at them). Plus, I was genuinely terrified of a lot of his favourite pastimes.
So while he was always happy to try anything I was into (yoga, dancing, eating exotic food) I was always the brat who made a big deal out of trying out his things.
But after a few years, I gradually stated to see the light.
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And it was while I was dangling off a rock while canyoning in Vietnam during our first overseas holiday that I had an epiphany: I made the conscious decision to become more of the “adventurous type”.
I was sick of missing out on things. I was sick of being too scared to do things with my partner that actually looked like a lot of fun.
So we started slowly, with indoor rock climbing. And I loved it. After a few dizzy spells and freak outs, I started to genuinely enjoy it, and then become reasonably good at it.
Next up I decided to try hanglinding. My dad had always wanted to try it, so one Christmas my partner and I, my sister and my dad booked in a session and went for it. And it was great.
Every few weekends we would go hiking in the Blue Mountains. We went camping a few times. And we went to the beach often, and I finally learned how to NOT get dumped.
Then, the real test for my new adventurous attitude: A holiday to Nepal.
It included a 10-day trek through the mountains, followed by a session of paragliding and white water rafting for good measure. And guess what? Even though I spent an embarrassing amount of time being sick, I loved (almost) every second. It was one of the best trips of my life. And it was on that trip that I realised my decision to try and enjoy new, adventurous things was one of the best I’d ever made.