holding together; cohesive; not easily pulled apart; tough
I am tenacious.
This I learned during the long, dark hours spent kayaking down the Hawkesbury River from 4.14pm on Saturday 24 October until 6.08am on Sunday 25.
When I kept paddling on despite tiredness and lack of form, the word “tenacity” kept coming into my mind.
While I paddled along the bushy banks of the wide river, with low moonlight, some hazy stars and mesmerising phosphorescence, I was tenacious.
And finally, when at 4.15am I decided that I could and should finish in under 14 hours if I pushed even harder, that tenacity saw me through to the finish.
PHOTO TAKEN BY MATT BEZZINA