Just to set the record straight, in case you were wondering, I DID voluntarily spend money to jump on a plane within an hour of finishing up the Zumba Fundraiser for the Miles Blackwell Foundation and fly to Ohio for one night to complete a 3.1 mile trail run in a bunch of MUD which included all of my fears of water, heights and failure and then flew home on two planes with dried mud on my face, arms, legs and all down my back after screaming in the parking lot because I couldn’t find my car, changing clothes out of muddy clothes in a parking lot, almost missing my flight, running through the airport in untied shoes, getting stopped at the security checkpoint because I forgot I had a bottle of water in my bag, temporarily losing my cell phone and not having any food.
I agree. Perhaps I have lost my mind. Or I found something else.
Even as I sit here in total bliss (merely because I have clean hair and smell something other than the pleasant scents of the campgrounds or perhaps the lingering marijuana scent in my rental car that the lady assured me was just their “cleaning supplies”), I am still trying to find the words to express all of the musings going on in my head and how I could share them instead of the pain from the scrapes on my knees. 🙂
I experienced my own elevation.
The concept of F7 came to me, one day, in an airport. And it was that coming back through yet another airport that the principles of what is the absolute core of what I do struck me harder than it has in recent months. Maybe years.
- Faith: My friend Lisa sent me a scripture on Friday that really went with me. I read like the “Message” version. “I’m not saying that I have all of this together, that I have it mad. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward-to Jesus. I’m off and running , and I’m not turning back.” (Philippians 3:12-14) I have done A LOT of praying this past week over my physical health (sick day nine and counting), my emotional health (letting people “scare” me with their stories) and my spirit (keeping in mind that this is so much bigger than me.) My friend Dana sent me an awesome devotional that had a line that almost yanked me out of my seat, “Instead of assessing your energy level and wondering about what’s on the road ahead, concentrate on staying in touch with Me.” I keep telling people “I” am not amazing. God IS. And I needed this challenge to help me get back to nurturing my spiritual element.
- Fitness: Thank GOD for push-ups! 🙂 I have always been strong in my legs, even with my injuries, but climbing over ropes and walls with muddy shoes keeps you mindful of how to use ALL of your muscles. I did better than I thought I would. I am not sure what was worse, the obstacles, getting THAT dirty or that trail run before I even got TO any of them. People were running around me, jumping, stopping, tying up shoes, yelling for their friends. I was just running, not sure what was ahead but just knowing that I AM strong enough and it’s a great feeling to be challenged EVEN WHEN you do this for a living…..because, let it be known, I have NEVER made anyone in my Zumba class push down some logs in several feet of water and try to jump over them while other people were racing at them. I’m just sayin’…..
- Food Truths: I AM a food snob and a control freak food snob at that. It was almost 10PM when I arrived in Ohio and I was pretty sure that I was not going to find a happening vegan spot for me to enjoy a quiet dinner. I was in Canton. 🙂 I started to panic when I saw all of the signs for McDonald’s, Waffle House and your traditional chain restaurants. What was I going to do? I HAD to eat something but it wouldn’t be what I wanted. And I was mad. What was I going to do….take a chance and NOT eat and then hit a wall during the run? Absolutely not. I saw the magic that’s called “Fazoli’s” and pulled in quickly. So, for all of you health nuts, nope, I haven’t eaten at Fazoli’s in YEARS but, let me tell you, that whole wheat pasta and broccoli tasted like a gourmet meal last night. 🙂 I had to suck it up again at continental breakfast. The hotel I stayed at in L.A. had a Starbucks IN IT. This one didn’t even have green tea bags. But it wasn’t my house, it was what I had and I had a bagel, peanut butter, a little juice and some lemon black tea. My life doesn’t stop because of my “preferences.” It’s being able to make the BEST decisions with what you have.
- Flexibility/Fluidity: When I got to that obstacle and that man said it was 10 FEET DEEP, I knew it wasn’t the time to battle with my ego. I JUST started swimming LAST MONTH. Was I going to die in the water, die because I “punked out” or walk around the bridge and keep it moving? Exactly. Nothing happened the way I thought it would (nobody told me about the mud crawl at the end to get my medal, the power of the water hose they use to “clean you off” and the non-vegan options for food at the race). What was I supposed to do? Run. I was supposed to run. Going with the flow and staying with what’s happening now keeps us from being disappointed with unrealistic expectations about how things “should” be. If that had been up to me, Morris Chestnut would have been the emcee, the race would have been in the Bahamas and instead of mud, the obstacle course would have been finding the perfect Coach purse (which you could keep as your “medal” for finishing). Go with it.
- Fierceness: Fierce is synonymous with “relentless” and “vehement” and “powerful” and “passionate.” Once I was in it, I was IN IT. I knew NO ONE so I could have done what I wanted and no one would have known the difference. But I DID. I knew when I could do more. I knew when I needed water. I pushed with the intensity of someone who was tired of being afraid. And I was. Very tired. But I’m fierce. 🙂
- Freedom: How do I feel right now? Sore. Sick. Jet-Lagged. Accomplished. There was nothing there but me and my fear (oh and the cool new Reebok Real Flex and socks Reebok hooked me up with! Thanks, Guys!) and the ability to run in the open, not knowing what was ahead but NEVER ONCE thinking about turning back. I spent several hundred dollars to get the monkey off my back. I’m NOT just a dancer. I’m NOT just a trainer. I am an athletic woman who goes after her dreams. I feel like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders because I got more than I bargained for, for sure. I am renewed again and just one step higher on my journey to wellness.
What did YOU do this weekend? 🙂