I hate running. I hate running so much that I’d rather miss a flight then have to run through an airport. (That’s completely true, just ask my friends.) But 3 weeks ago I decided that I was going to run a 5k on May 28th. Despite my deep rooted hatred for the sport, sometimes I have to do things that take me out of my comfort zone. Why do I like to torture myself you might ask? To prove to myself that I can. It is ridiculously easy to come home from a long day at work, lounge out on the couch and stare into your phone for hours on end. Forcing myself to do something I wouldn’t typically choose to do and not make up a billion excuses why I can’t or shouldn’t do it is the sole reason I’ve done some pretty rad things in my short time on this Earth.
I truly wish more people would step out of their comfort zone and do something they never thought they would/could do. Being in the line of work that I’m in, I talk to all different types of people from varying backgrounds and personalities all day. Any time I get back from a trip, I am met with an array of thoughts and opinions on the things I just did. Some people would NEVER forego indoor plumbing and a real bed for days on end, and that is totally understandable. But so many people tell me how they would love to try and backpack/camp/climb/etc. but could never do it for various reasons. They are too out of shape, they couldn’t ever take time off work, their partner would never be on board. It sometimes takes everything I have in me not to shake them and tell them to go and do it! Who cares that you’ve never slept in a tent? Or hiked longer than 2 miles? At one point none of us had. You have to step out of your comfort zone and go. Be uncomfortable, get dirty, push your self to try something new, and don’t get discouraged when things don’t go exactly as you thought they would. (Thats all part of the adventure!) Even as I’m typing this, I am planning for a 200 and some mile thru hike next summer with Matt. It is weeks off of work and away from our home. It’s travel expenses and the expense of me not having any paid time off. It’s all the other unknowns that I could dwell on and talk myself out of going and doing it, but if we don’t go now (and by now I mean next summer) we may never do it.
Everyday that you wake up you have to make the decision for how you want to live your life. As cliche as it sounds, tomorrow isn’t promised, so why wait another day to do something that is new and scary? Or something that is physically and mentally challenging? Think of something you’ve always wanted to do and go out and do it. Go out and find your adventure.