I've always wanted to explore the trails, but yep, you guessed it, fear kept me from going. Then one day I decided just to do it. In fact, I was planning on giving up on running for a while - maybe forever - and I just felt the need to get out there and run/hike on the Appalachian Trail (I Ran, I Walked, I Fell, I Bled, It was Awesome)
I did my very first point-to-point adventure. I left my car, and 6ish miles later, Hubby and Lil Man picked me up on the other side. And from that run a new passion was born. Actually I think the passion was there, I was just ready to finally push past the fear of doing something by myself.
With each run, the woman who enters the woods, is not the same woman who emerges from the trail.
With each run, I'm learning more and more about myself.
I know this sounds cheesy, but it's like with each step I'm becoming the woman that I am meant to be.
With each run, I am becoming a stronger more confident person.
I'm learning not to compare myself to others. I'm slow out there on the trail. Painfully slow when I look at my paces. At times I'm below a power walk. But you know what, this is my journey. This isn't a friend's journey. This is MY journey.
And today, I did my second point-to-point route. For a split second, I almost didn't go. I knew that I could let fear stop me, or I could climb that guard rail and step into the unknown.
I stepped into the unknown.
The first mile or so was an insane climb. It felt like it was going to go on forever! But finally I reached the ridge.
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