I lead an ordinary life with a few extraordinary moments, but its nothing to write home about. People tell me my story is inspiring, and in some regards I guess it is, but to me, it is just my life. Within this life of mine I have experienced love, hardship, challenges, joy, excitement, and every other emotion every human has experienced. I am not entirely sure how my story stands out above the rest, but if it can help at least one person, is it worth it?
I have been tossing around the idea of sharing. Of talking about what this journey has actually been like, the highs, the lows, the motivation, the heartbreak, the realizations, the plateaus, and everything in between. The art of being fully vulnerable with the reality of what has gone into becoming a runner. This is not to say that when I post on here that it is not real. Everything on here is my story, a hope to inspire and reach out. But for the most part, it has been writings about what is happening currently.
In my first post I shared a bit about how I got into running and what life was like before I really took on this wellness journey. But there is only so much you can write in a post without causing people to get bored. I also only shared a surface level of what happened because the art of being vulnerable takes time, especially to the internet. I finally feel like I am in a place to start openly talking about the details of this journey, even if it only helps me realize how it has shaped me into being a runner.
Like I said, my story is nothing special, but it is mine. It’s a story of acceptance, growth, and life. It’s one of realizing that I was never lost, I was just wandering around waiting for approval, which only needed to come from myself. In the coming weeks I will start sharing this journey from the beginning, in small chunks. Don’t worry, it won’t be a story that starts with my birth, but it will start about 3 years ago when I decided to turn down a job offer in Minnesota and everything started to slowly change.
My hope is that I can inspire at least one person through my story. I might not ever know who I inspire, but I do know that 1 person makes being vulnerable worth it, no matter the risk. Stay tuned for the fist chapter in the next week.
-Be Fearless, Go Boldly