I just got home. It’s really coming down out there. Buckets and buckets of rain—the kind we’re so famous for here.
I’m soaking wet from head to toe. All because someone convinced me that it was a good idea to go run up and down a massive set of stairs in the middle of a forest. In the pouring rain. After we ready spent over an hour at the gym this morning.
In the car on the way there, I kept thinking, “Why am I doing this again? Who is this person who suddenly can be convinced to participate in this remarkably miserable experience?” I never would have done it, even just a year ago.
On the way home, sipping a hot coffee in the car, drenched from the rain and sweat after nearly an hour of climbing stairs, I got my answer: This person is still me. I’m just kind of a badass now.