As I crossed the finish line at Kanyakumari I was filled with elation and emotion. I had tears of joy streaming down my face. My girlfriend was waiting for me at the finish line arms outstretched. There was a large crowd of locals gathered waving flags, cheering me on and embracing the grandeur of my amazing accomplishment

I can still remember the feeling when I packed the last of my belongings into The Big Yellow storage facility I had rented. I felt a slight apprehension and nervousness but also a feeling of freedom, knowing that for the next 12 months I didn't have a care in the world, at least from a work perspective anyhow. 

Are you fucking crazy? Those were the very words spoken by my boss when I handed in my notice. A month later I dropped off the keys to my company car, said goodbye to my colleagues and hopped onto the tube to Heathrow.

As the sun was going down in the far distance, I took in the sounds of the streets below. I was enjoying the cooler evening temperature and the slight breeze that blew across the bustling roof terrace. The sky was filled with a vibrant orange glow, the air filled with a mixture of incense and spices.