I am changing. The person I am so different from a year ago. The traveler I am so different. I've been to many places, many time zones, hotels. I'm a proficient traveler, have been since I started flying alone at a young age between relatives. I like my adaptability, my flexibility, my survival instincts. But even with all this history I'm different now and I've only come to this conclusion on my recent adventure.
Whereas once I'd faithfully take my running shoes with me they'd often never leave my bag - the knowledge that I'd just packed them seemingly enough. And now? Now I search for that spot that is suitable for a WOD - find only one that requires a brief run to get to and I don't hesitate, find precious enough minutes to fit it in, in the height of unyielding midday heat... no excuses, no distractions just movement. Forward... one step, another. Brief respite as I reach the field then back at it. Burpee... one, two... ten. Breathing hard... twenty, thirty. Seconds ticking by, still so many reps left... fourty, fourty-five. Fifty - half way, finally. Keep moving, one more rep, one more. Sixty, seventy. Cursing Jack. Eighty, almost there. Ninety, just ten to go. Finally, as sweat drips from every pore, finished - 100 reps as promised. Satisfaction. A quick breather then I'm off, back to where I started. Running - no excuse to walk - keep moving, it's not yet done.
And in these steps, these burning breaths. It hits me. I'm different now. I yearn for these challenges, these finite goals, satisfying. The shoes no longer hide in my luggage, they are left strewn and sweaty... and accompanied by my skipping rope.
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