I believe that we don’t really figure out who we are and what we’re capable of until we’ve found ourselves in a situation that demands more from us than we imagined that we had to give. These days, we usually only experience situations like these when they are forced upon us. Car accidents, the death of a loved one, corporate downsizing. Why is it that so many of us have become beholden to the idea that comfort and convenience are the ultimate pinnacle of modern society. Receiving our orders in less than an hour from amazon, never having to cook, never having to clean. These are all signals that we’ve made it, right? But the rise in depression, suicide, and obesity would suggest otherwise. When was the last time you really felt alive. Life is really lived at the edges of human endeavor and experience.
So, go and do something slightly stupid today. Go out for a hike this evening without a head torch. Get lost on purpose in your city. Go for a run and don’t turn around to turn around until you feel like you can’t run another meter, and only then turn around and run home.
I run trail marathons because I know that somewhere between 30 and 40 kilometers I’m going to experience what I call a gratitude high. It’s that moment when you feel so much gratitude that you can barely contain the tears. Colors are brighter, sounds are more sharp, your body seems to separate from your mind. It’s an amazing feeling, but I know that I can only get there by putting in the investment. I only get those beautiful moments when I’ve suffered enough for them. And it’s always worth it.