It’s March! How did that happen? I’m going to write about running again…
After the Philadelphia half marathon, my fiancé entered us into the lottery for NYC’s half marathon. Well, I got picked. Solo. Running through Times Square was an amazing experience. The lights, the cheering people – it’s all a bundle of inspiration that ignites the spirit to push further. I hope to do a full marathon one day.
With the solo time I was able to go into deep reflection over the past year. January marked the ten year anniversary of wave day:
I can’t help celebrating life recalling that memory. While the experience was scary, I wouldn’t trade having faced fear head on. The reality is, we create so much drama for ourselves. But having been on a ship that near capsized, it helps keep the “drama” in perspective. Thank you Semester at Sea for teaching me what “high stakes” really means. I try to keep life grounded, and bring the high stakes to my writing. It’s a worthwhile challenge.
Within the year I got engaged, bought a condo, met Radhanath Swami a handful of times, studied with my yoga teacher, lived in a LA for a few months, developed a stint of Alopecia (what?!), grew that hair back, blamed LA for the hair loss, got over that, wrote a ton, and ran two half marathons with a lot to reflect on. The second of which I never stopped running. Those neon pink shoes kept a continuous pace pounding the pavement for 13.1 miles. It was a personal victory. As all trial, tribulation, success and triumph should be. We all have our own mountain to climb. Fulfillment lies in the ability to bring our personal peak performance inspired by experiences and people who teach us along the way.
I couldn’t help but smile through the race. Gratitude inspired each step. It’s been a hell of a year and I knew pancakes awaited me after the finish line.