Last week, I was at an Indian ceremony when a acquaintance exclaimed, “OMG, you’ve grown fat!” *blink* And without knowing how to respond, I tittered (yes, that awkward laugh when you don’t know how exactly to respond). She wouldn’t let it go, and added, “You run and do so many things and yet you are fat.” I was shocked. What … the … what … After my first reaction of shock wore down, a wave of sadness and resignation washed over. She wasn’t saying…
Did I happen to mention that the first step is the hardest? Well. I lied. Not exactly, but hard is relative. If the first step was the hardest, the second step is hard too. So is the tenth and the hundredth and the one after 6 months. If it were easy, we (and thousands of others) would be doing it without questioning things. Don’t give up. Just one little step after the previous one. Just one foot in front of…
Why is that first step the hardest? Because that step is what takes us into the unknown. Because that step takes us farther away from our comfort zone where we have been for days, months and even years. Because that step takes us down a long hard route when our body and mind craves for the short easy one. Because that step into the unknown makes us falter like a baby taking their first unsteady steps. Because that step makes…
Everyone has dreams and aspirations. Dreams that we wish turned into reality. There are those that dream day after day and think “if only … “. And then there are those who say with joy filled tearful eyes “This is a dream come true”. They made their dreams come true. By deciding to pursue their dream. By deciding to give themselves a fair shot. By deciding to try. Me? Many years ago, among other things, I dreamt…
This past weekend, I had the incredible honor to pace a friend at her 24 hour endurance race. Laura (and Joy) have been my 5am running buddies and I was thrilled to road trip the 1 hour to support Laura. Joy was ultra-prepared with everything needed. And I just had a chance of clothes and water. Not even a blanket for when it got cold at night, and it did get cold if you weren’t running. Laura had already done…
As I wrote last week in my confessional, I haven’t been feeling my mojo. And I haven’t been able to figure out why. All I know is that my heart is unexplainably heavy sometimes and that my mind is distracted. But it does nobody any good to brood on something that doesn’t seem to figure itself out. And after a vacation where I wasn’t in the least inclined to run along the water coast line, I knew that my mojo…
I have a confession to make – I love social media. I use social media to post about my training, to read about other’s training, to be inspired and motivated, to hope that I can inspire atleast one person into realizing that they can redefine their impossible too, to get a boost from kudos, to learn from others when they post about their experiences and thoughts, to … you get the drift. I love social media and consider it part…