On our last day at the beach, I did something I haven’t done for months: I went for a run.
For most people, this is nothing. You just lace up your shoes and go. But after recovering from a stress fracture last summer, running is the last thing I ever thought I’d ever do again.
I love the feeling of running. Nothing makes me happier than the feeling of going fast with wind whipping around my face. It’s why I love anything fast: roller coasters, cars, bikes, horses…whatever. It unleashes that inner kid in me, the one who used to eat breakfast quickly on weekends so I could take my bike out for an entire day of adventure. I used to do crazy things with that bike, including racing neighborhood boys down our giant hill. No fear, only exuberance.
I want that back. I get it: I’m older now, but I don’t want to live in fear of falling down in any aspect of my life, from exercise to business all the way to relationships. Fear of falling down is a phantom in my soul that loves to haunt and taunt me. “Ziplining? What if you fall? Dancers’ pose in yoga? What if you slip another disc?”
“Running? But what if you hurt yourself?”
I laced up my shoes and walked out to the beach with a mixture of fear and determination. I had no idea if my foot would hold up. I didn’t know if my back would, either. But as I walked onto the sand and viewed the dawn rising over the water, I made myself a promise: I would at least try to go for five minutes and see what happened. Worst case: I’d just stop and go back to the beach house.
With shells and ocean life on either side of my body, I put one foot in front of the other and slowly started to jog. The sand cushioned my every step. The water lapped at my heels. My back did not hurt. My foot did not throb. I walked some, I ran some. Slowly but surely, I made my way down the beach.
This week’s motivation mix is for adding a little bit of danger to your life, to not play it so safe all the time. For me, the most attractive things in life have a bit of a thrill of danger to them. I feel like I’m really living when I’m playing on the fringes, and I’d invite you to check in with yourself and see what’s holding you back. Clearly, check with some professionals if you know it’s something that requires pre-meditation of any kind, but then ask yourself if you’d regret not doing it.
Life’s too short for regrets. As Lady Macbeth once said, “Screw your courage to the sticking place. And we’ll not fail.” So, you know: screw it…
…and then kick up this badass mix to keep you going. Enjoy!