"The right to appear ridiculous is something I hold dear"- U2
"Are You a Warrior?" Says the t-shirt I received at the Warrior Dash today. Appropriately, for about a week or so, I have been thinking about all of the "titles" I wear, and how they wear on me...
Are You a Reiki Master staying true to your spiritual journey? Yes, and the journey is ongoing...
Are You a Spinning© Instructor? Yes. It is my comfort zone. It is how my body loves to work.
Are You a Marathoner? Yes, will be again in 2 weeks.
Can You do Both of the above at the same time? Ouch. Reality check.
Are You a Mother? Yes, forever. Especially when I am "recovering" from a 20-miler at the baseball/football fields, grocery store, cooking dinner, doing dishes and lugging loads of laundry up and down the stairs.
Are You a Girlfriend? Today, yes.
Are You Insane for doing the Warrior Dash 2 weeks before your marathon? Ah. The die-hards out there will probably say, "yes" for risking a whole host of potential injuries. But, the risk was worth the reward. I scaled walls, submerged myself in waist-high frigid, muddy water, navigated slippery, rocky trails, dove head-first onto an adult slip-and-slide, leapt over fire and crawled through more cold, muddy water under barbed wire to finish with mud (even) in my teeth. Not even a question: sooo worth it.
Are You an Ultrarunner? Not yet.
Can You Do it All? Um? In the moment, day-to-day...yes. If I get snared in the above spiderweb of questions...no. If I think about it too much, that familiar feeling of being completely overwhelmed surfaces, and I want to hide.
Are You Living? Yes. Yes. Yes. I have spent too much time in my life watching other people "do," and wanting to take part. I now flirt with the edges of my comfort zones and, as much as possible, take the challenges that push me beyond.
Are You a Warrior? I think our individual definitions of this are so unique and personal to our experiences. Today, I wear the shirt proudly.