“Well, here we stand.
On the starting line nonetheless. Maybe you’re facing your first 5k. Maybe it’s a ten. Maybe a half, or a marathon, or an ultra. Maybe you’re even running Boston.
Waiting on that starting line, you’re beginning to feel it. The anticipation, the doubt, the excitement, the energy. The definitiveness of what’s behind. The uncertainty of what’s ahead.
It hasn’t been easy. There have been workouts that tanked. Weeks with missed mileage. Tired legs. Hard sessions. The daily dance of life vs. the plan.
But there have been great moments too. The decision to race. The dedication to train. Miles where you felt like you could run forever. Even the bravery of this morning, where you put on your singlet, fought the crowds, and met your fate at the starting line.
And now it’s here. It is time. No more countdowns. No more workouts to nail. No more wondering, “Am I fit enough? Strong enough? Prepared for what’s ahead?”
This is what you have been waiting for. No doubt you are nervous, but know that you are ready. You earned this opportunity. And you were born to fly.
So, take a deep breath, look around you, and soak it all in. Relish where you are. Realize how far you’ve come.
You are ready. You are powerful. And you belong.
Now, go get it.
Head Up, Wings Out. ”
“Running is about acceptance — of yourself and others. When you’re out on the trail sweating, it doesn’t matter if the guy or gal next to you works at a fast-food joint or is CEO of Kellogg’s. It doesn’t matter what color they are, or how old they are, or what religion they practice, if any at all. Running celebrates our commonality.”
– Bart Yasso
“The world is missing what I am ready to give: My Wisdom, My Sweetness, My Love and My hunger for Peace.”
“Where are you? Where are you, little girl with broken wings but full of hope? Where are you, wise women covered in wounds? Where are you?”
To Find Out More About The Movement
Learning to let go of fear has been one of the hardest lessons of my lifetime. Fear of failure, fear of the unknown, fear of rejection, fear of pain. And for a long long time because of that I suffered from watching life pass by from inside. I created my own illusion of safety. And while it may have been safe, it was also uninspired and sad. It did not resemble life at all. It was a living death I endured. All for the sake of being fearful. Finally like a fireflies spark in the night I realized the simple truth that the pain that I felt from my perceived safety was all along making me more unhappy than what I would suffer even if I tried and failed at something.
For those who are fearless or raised to ignore the fear and do it anyway this logic seems simple. But for someone raise in fear, or abusive situations. Or those who are told as a child you are a failure, or deemed not good enough, this is a hard concept to take in. I am lucky I am learning to live while I am alive. Learning to grasp that fear and make it the rock I stand upon. Let it go.
Let it go…..
Now my mind went completely to another thought and I need a Disney movie stat!