In my heart of hearts, I never thought that I might identify as a “runner”.
Even today, as I clocked in 600 cumulative KM for the year, I still don’t identify as a real runner – you might say I’ve got a case of athletic imposter syndrome. I know that the numbers below aren’t impressive at all.
Not that they need to be.
Yet, just this morning, I surpassed the 600 KM mark for this year. Here’s a visual to give you a sense of the ground I covered:
If you would of told high school AC: a pack a day smoker, midnight toker, weekend binger, that I would be a full fledged runner in 10 years – I would have sold you a slushie in an ice storm.
What a bullshit narrative I was living by.
When I began running, I started like most people do – interval run/walk training. Basically, your first [embarrassing] run is run 1 minutes, walk 1.5 minutes.
4 years later, here’s the ground that I’ve covered.
Which got me thinking lately – what else have I been lying to myself about? Peeling the self-reflective onion back – what else have I feared?
Shit. What could I potentially achieve if I applied the same interval training concept to my life, to my skill sets, to my fundraising campaigns?
What other self-defeating, self-sabotaging narratives have I allowed to hold me back from innumerable growth opportunities?
The blessing is outside of your comfort zone
May you continue to cultivate the joy of giving, from PB to PB