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Mud, Mayhem & Mad Grit: The Madness of Mudathon 2025

Looking for the wildest obstacle challenge in East Africa? Mudathon 2025 took us straight into the heart of Mount Kenya for a day of grit, glory, and glorious mud. Welcome to the Wild Side On May 10th , thirty-one feral teams descended into the belly of Mount Kenya’s muddiest terrain—armed with nothing but grit, spandex, and suspect levels of hydration. The occasion? Mudathon 2025 , a wickedly orchestrated mayhem fest by Bucket List Adventures and hosted at the rugged Kenya Institute of Adventure and Leadership . This wasn’t your average weekend jog — this was madness in motion . With 12 sadistic, soul-snatching obstacles waiting along the course, participants had to crawl through the Birth Canal , swing for dear life across the Monkey Bridge , scream “hapa ni wapi!?” in blind confusion, and tiptoe or not (badly) across flaming fire jumps . And just when you thought the worst was over — boom — enter the 3 Evil Sisters , Spiderman Web , and a final stretch they called Th...
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THE DAY I REALIZED I WAS MUSTY (AND BOUGHT A NOTEBOOK)

 You know how people say, “You’ve changed,” like it’s a bad thing? Well, honey, let me tell you—I’ve changed, and it’s the best thing that’s happened to my spirit since I discovered waterproof hiking boots and snacks that don't squish in a backpack. Lately—and lately is doing a lot of heavy lifting here—I’ve found myself deep in thought. Not just “what should I eat?” thoughts. I mean, real ones. Philosophical. Psychological. Possibly delusional. The kind of thoughts that whisper, “Girl… maybe you were the problem.” Imagine living in a house for years, thinking it's cozy, only to one day open a window and realize it smells like forgotten socks and unresolved trauma. That’s me. I opened the metaphorical window, and guess what? The air outside was giving eucalyptus and liberation. Was the house always musty? Yes. Did I know? Absolutely not. Did I like it? I thought I did—until I sniffed growth . Now, before you think I’ve gone full motivational speaker (no offense to the one...
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Burnout? Hike It Out: Why More Kenyans Are Turning to Nature for Mental Wellness

 In the fast-paced corridors of Nairobi's corporate towers, a silent crisis is unfolding. A 2024 report by the Kenya National Commission on Human Rights estimates that approximately 3.7 million of the 24.9 million workforce in Kenya might be living with a mental health condition. Let that sink in— that’s nearly 1 in every 7 Kenyan workers potentially battling a mental health challenge. The culprits? Long hours, relentless deadlines, and the ever-blurring lines between work and personal life. But amidst the daily grind, something beautiful is happening. A quiet, powerful shift. More Kenyans are lacing up their boots and heading to the hills—rediscovering that the path to mental wellness might actually begin on a dirt trail surrounded by birdsong and breeze. The Mental Health Landscape This isn’t just about one industry or a few burned-out workers. A 2024 study highlighted that 84% of employees reported high levels of stress , mainly driven by rising living costs and constant f...
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The Weekend That Hiked Without a Trail

 All right, all right — let’s reconcile this past weekend before it even ends, because it truly deserves a proper wrap-up. It was one of those weekends — unplanned, unexpectedly heartwarming, low-key chaotic... and weirdly fulfilling. Honestly, it felt like a hike, just without the actual trail. First, let me say this: I used to think people who didn’t spend their weekends hiking just… laid in bed. You know, doing a lot of nothing, or worse, doing everything indoors. Forgive me. I get it now. You’re out here moving mountains too — just not the rocky, muddy kind. I stand corrected. “Life’s most meaningful hikes might not even involve a mountain.” So, the weekend started on a high note. Saturday morning had me lacing up for the TESPOK Autism Marathon at Tatu City. If you’ve never run among strangers all united by a single, beautiful cause — I highly recommend it. It’s a vibe. There’s something so grounding about shared purpose. You don't need to know names to feel the unity. It re...
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Title: When the Mountain Comes to You (A Friday Monologue)

I am very absent right now. Like—mentally gone. No recollection of the past few minutes in my own mind. My current mantra is just: Calm down, the day will soon be over. The weekend is your gift to reset, refocus, and restart. But let’s not pretend—I am deep in limbo. The kind of mental limbo that makes you stare at the wall wondering if this is how yogurt feels before it expires. I suspect karma has launched a petty, personalized attack on me—and it's all because I failed spectacularly on my morning routine. I made a verbatim promise to the new gym instructor (yes, one of those ones who sees into your soul like a Catholic priest) that I’d show up for leg day. Morning came, and what did I do? Woke up an hour after my alarm… then stayed in bed for 40 more minutes, thinking about a whole lot of absolutely nothing . Just vibes and guilt. Now, I’m dragging my half-spirit through the rest of the day, relying on distractions to carry me. And for once, I am deeply grateful for a Frid...
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WHISPERS OF THE MOUNTAINS

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The Call of the Wild It started with an itch—a restless yearning deep in my bones. I had not been exposed to the trails until 2019 when my friend invited us to test her new ride on Mt. Longonot, an experience that nearly took my toes. I was sure I was never going back to those damned trails. Fast forward, by the time I heard the call for the Mt. Kenya summit attempt, I had already summited more than 12 mountains and hills. Each time, I had sworn never to do it again—but always went back, especially to those that exerted the most pain in the core of my bones. In December 2024, the city, with its honking cars and overpriced coffee, had lost its charm. I needed a change, a thrill, a challenge that would remind me I was alive. And so, I found myself standing at the base of Mt. Kenya, the great giant that had whispered to my soul for years. Packing Regrets and Questionable Life Choices Packing for the trek was an adventure of its own. Did I need five pairs of socks? Probably. Would an ...
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