Stay In It.
Nano seconds. They pass us by and more often than not, we are unchanged. We are so wrapped up in our comfort zone that we fail to feel these fleeting moments, and we fail because we’ve decided they are bashfully whisking by with no greater reason or purpose. We also fail because it’s far too easy to forget that these micro seconds are what comprise our entire life. Not every single one is sexy or enlightening, they are frequently confusing and understated, and I’ve been struggling to absorb them for the past few years. It’s become quite clear that I can no longer ignore these moments as they pass…which, apparently is what happens when you’re just auto-filing them every single day at your desk job, even when things are going really well and your “succeeding”. So why start this blog….?
Time for change. I will soon be taking the leap from a comfortable cushion of what feels like complacency to a more meaningful (for me), adventurous, and risky path. The meaning of it. The adventure behind it. The inherent risk involved. I need it all, I have to feel courageous to be conscious and I sure as hell don’t experience that in my current job in financial services. So the time has come (because I can’t possibly wait any longer) to pursue my interest and curiosity about truly becoming a triathlete, trail runner, cyclist and adventure racer (maybe??!)… all with the long term intention of building a platform. By this, I envision a kickass space...Think boutique fitness studio, which brings together a community of like-minded cyclists, runners, athletes (that’s everyone) and people who want to stay fit enough to pursue any adventure they want - whether it’s a Marin Headlands hike, or climbing Everest. Name, location and millions of other tiny details still TBD. Got suggestions? (email me)
My intention for this blog is to capture and magnify the moments and circumstances along the way. The following rules shall apply:
1. No selfies.
2. No complaining.
3. (try to) Be funny.
4. Be brief.
5. Be sincere.
I write this on my flight to the 2014 Boston Marathon - the 118th, my first, some people’s 11th. I must say, I cannot wait to be at that start line….it will undoubtedly be a collection of moments that I can’t possibly ignore. The feeling of nearly crapping my pants thanks to nerves, the adrenaline, the energy, the camaraderie, the subtle competitiveness, the anticipation, mmm I love it. I love people who love it. I want to build something where people can come together every day and feel this way together. This amplifies these nano seconds. It compels you, almost uncontrollably, to stay in it. Stay in the moment, even if it’s uncomfortable. I plan to do that for what will be at least 180 minutes on Monday as I run 26.2 miles, in what will surely be one of the most emotionally charged races ever.
Speaking of being uncomfortable, I think I’m going to have to come up with an alternative pre-race potty plan. I can only imagine how bad the port-o-john lines will be at the start.(I’m not looking to expand my list of random places I’ve had to squat whilst on a run. More on that later, once we’re well acquainted).
Thanks for reading. See ya out there.