Despite my little setback in the emergency room, I remained determined to flex my courage muscle this weekend. Yes, I was scared but I wasn’t going to let anything stop me from doing something, anything, that gave it a work out. So that’s what I did.
Yesterday I decided to submit a recent blog to one of my favorite websites, elephant journal. It really is one of my favorite corners of the inter-webs. It’s all about living a mindful life. The idea that something more is out there than just ourselves and what we can do to make the world a better place. I don’t know what really made me do it. I’ve never considered myself a great writer. I just happened to go to the website, like any other day, but I saw the word WRITE in the left-hand corner. Write what? Upon clicking it I learned that you can submit your own writing. DUH! I dont know why this didn’t occur to me before, but really? Me? But then I thought ‘What the hell, let’s do this.Let’s be courageous.’ As it turns out they liked it. I made a few minor changes, submitted it back ASAP per their request and we shall see what happens. Even if nothing happens, Im hella proud of myself for taking a chance.
Today, I needed to get my 5k training in. This is something I signed up to do in a moment of courage. I figured if I paid for it and got a friend on board, I would have no choice but to follow through. Great principle, hard practice. It was just way to cold and icy outside. After the ER thing, I had a solid excuse to sit one out but I knew I would always have excuses, good ones too. So I did the thing I fear. I used the inside track and ran out in the open for everyone to see. Yes, I realize when I run the 5k it will be a public event. I just figured by then Id be in a groove and look as though I belonged there more. Not skinny, thats not ever gonna be on my agenda, but not gasping for air. LeBron James is a member of my gym. He’s an athletic beast. I trust you can see my point here. It’s intimidating. But guess what? I did it.
THEN, I threw on my swimsuit and walked past three different pools to the warm water therapy with … WAIT FOR IT… No. Towel. Gasp!
Just for good measure, after swimming, I got completely naked in the locker room without attempting to shield myself from others.
Courage muscle – flexed. Check me out.
(Thanks for the inspiration, silverliningmama)