Life is so unpredictable and strange. As I watch the Black Shirt challenges and challengers I feel pride for those putting in the work but have no desire to put myself through that pressure emotionally or physically at this point. I realize there may never been another opportunity for this, another challenge given, and a year ago I would have disregarded my physical or mental ability to tackle such a feat and done it regardless. (usually to the point of self injury) I am happy with my red shirt and will wear it with honor as I run/walk a half marathon this week, maybe MY challenge wasn't 100 miles in 6 weeks, but simply learning to embrace the moment you are in and strive to go farther with each step, versus never being happy enough and pushing to the point of breaking... While I may never been in the front row, or wear the black shirt of pride, I know in my heart the challenges I face in just getting out there and for right now... thats enough.
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