At the beginning of 2015, I found myself in the midst of some significant life changes and struggling through deep emotional muck as a result. Quite suddenly, I needed to build a life on my own terms, and was overwhelmed by the task. I had a therapist, I had amazingly caring girlfriends, I had access to wine, chocolate and chick flicks, but I was coming up short when it came to charting my life’s direction. As I racked my brain, searching for something - anything - to add structure and motivation to my days, I thought about what a positive force running had become in my life. For the past decade, the moderate amount of running I’d done each week had given me good health, time for contemplation, and a connection with nature.
Armed with that realization, I made a conscious decision to dedicate more time to running and physical activity in 2015. My hope was that doing this might generate more of the positive energy and drive I needed to create the best life for me.
My commitment was strong, but action came in baby steps. Between January and June, I consistently ran and showed up for CrossFit about three times/week, and completed my first marathon. Those accomplishments - along with the support and encouragement of friends and family - strengthened me physically and emotionally. And as the year progressed, I trained harder than I’d ever considered before, not because I had to, but because it felt good and I wanted more. In all, I ran just over 1,600 miles in 2015 - 1,300 of those came in the second half of the year as I trained for, and completed, my first ultramarathon - then decided not to stop.
2015 Lessons Learned:
mission accomplished 2015. You’ve been good to me.