I believe anyone can climb a mountain. Anyone can run a marathon. Anyone can write a novel. With preparation and the right approach, any of these things are possible. It's all about breaking them down into manageable chunks.
It helps to have someone pushing you. My old hiking friend used to pull the old, "let's just go to that tree up there." My running friends did the same thing when I was first beginning to train. And the thing is, you can always reach the tree. And next time you can probably reach the tree after it.
In 2003, I got laid off and I decided to write a chick lit book. In 4 months, I wrote 216 pages. The only way I made it through was by dicing that story into smaller chapter stories and slicing those into outlined scenes. I'd get through one and move on to the next. (Note: That novel is still in manuscript form, gathering dust on a bookshelf but at least it's finished!)
I'm so thankful that somebody—or many somebodies—taught me to take things in small bites. It's what is going to get me through the next several months.
Breaking down the months into weeks and weekend Skype dates; punctuating those weeks with a visit to London over Easter; hopefully closing up the months with a move abroad—this makes the whole thing a little easier to swallow. It takes the edge off a climb that seemed impossible to complete. And I'll keep pushing myself to reach the next tree and the tree after that until I reach the one he's standing under.