I've never considered myself to be brave. In fact, most of my life I've suffered from anxiety and a lack of confidence. I know that probably comes as a surprise to most of you who know me from social media. All those races I run? It has taken an enormous amount to mental energy to push myself to the starting line of most of them. But I realized early on that if I wanted to live life to the fullest, I would need to put on a brave face and push myself out of my comfort zone, both on the road and off.
It hasn't always been easy but yes, it has ALWAYS been worth it.
Are you brave enough to conquer your demons? Are you brave enough to leave your comfort zone? Are you brave enough to chase your dreams? Are you ready for change?
Maybe it's the age talking, but I have a lot of things on my bucket list yet to be accomplished. Some are running related, some not. I'm at this point in my life where a lot of my friends are becoming content. Complacent.
I'm not there yet.
There's an expectation that with aging comes an eventual slowing down.
Who me? Slow down?
Am I brave enough to push beyond expectations?
Brave enough to push my pace hard to PRs and new distances.
Brave enough to swallow my pride and admit to needing help along the way.
Brave enough to take up cycling and yep, those dreaded clip-in pedals. Because we all know what a clutz I am. But I like to go fast. So I had to be brave.
Brave enough to push forward with this new training cycle, even with minimal road time and maximal cross training.
Brave enough to push outside of my comfort zone. So many times. You know what? Nothing great happens in that comfort zone.
I love that I can do hard things. I love that in spite of not being able to run as much as I want to right now, I can transfer that level of fitness to other activities like cycling. More than anything, I love that I'm crushing expectations. I'm getting stronger and I'm getting faster. Little by little.
I've become brave. Both on the road and off. Because for me, it always comes back to running. Running has made me brave. Running makes me push my limits and define who I am.
Don't let the way others see you define who you are.
Be brave. Leave the comfort zone. And let it change the way you see yourself.
Are you brave?
Dream Big. Work Hard.
It’s a metaphor for so many things; running from something, running to something, running for something.
For as long as I can remember, I (metaphorically) ran from anything and everything. I let myself run for so long that I lost who I was, and what my purpose was in this thing called life. Then, after years of unhappiness, I decided to run towards something, to find my why, my purpose, and myself.
Just a few short years ago I started my relationship with running and I began to see the wonderful world of races and paces. Though, not why I originally started running, I quickly became addicted to the rush of racing and the sense of accomplishment that running gave me. I began to appreciate my body for what it could do, rather than what it looked like. I felt strong, empowered and free. I always want to do my absolute best out there on the pavement, but lately, I feel as though I’m spending most of my time assessing my FAILURE rather than seeing the potential that I have to do good things.
It was time that running and I had a heart to heart talk and reflect a litle bit.......