I LOVE the word brave. Everything about it. To me it connotes strength and independence and forward motion – all qualities I hold extraordinarily dear.
It is BRAVE to take your first steps out the door as a runner – with whatever shoes you could lay your hands on and whatever clothing you found in the back of your closet.
It is BRAVE to show up at a running group for the first time – wondering if you will fit in and worried that everyone will leave you in the dust.
It is BRAVE to sign up for, and get to the finish line, of your first race – looking around and pretending you know what you are doing.
It is BRAVE to push your distance and sign up for your first (or 16th) half-marathon – showing up and making that time for yourself and our sport.
Running is about life. It is about taking chances and not knowing if that leap will fail. It is about believing that we have one more step, one more mile in us. And that embracing that mile is just as much about the air it takes to push forward, but bring of life into our lungs. And hearts. And spirits. A second by second reminder that life is a GIFT.
I am grateful for every run – good and bad – for so many reasons. But most of all because it fills me with the joy that I am alive on this beautiful planet and am strong enough to put one foot in front of the other.
Be brave friends…. It is worth it.