I’m pretty sure I was asked to write this blog a good while ago. I’m pretty sure I forgot. Story of my life… oh well, better late than never.
What are my expectations of the world race?
Expectations are a waste of time.
They are dumb
and I don’t want them
Ever.
But I can tell you what I know.
I will:
- be the youngest person on my squad. Then again age is just a number, and life experience is what shapes you.. not years.
- be stretched in every way possible.
- be a little scared, nervous, and frustrated at times
- be a little bold, willing, and excited at times.
- be uncomfortable.
- Not be clean all the time. I’m sure I will still smell like an angel. (Ps. Weird fact about me – It doesn't matter how clean I am, If my feet are dirty I feel disgusting. Uh oh, Pray for me.)
- be asked to eat weird food, and put it on another plate when nobody is looking.
- be a part of a community that challenges me.
- cry a lot and laugh a lot. duh.
- find beauty in the typical.
- find joy in the pain.
- have my heart continually broken and put back together again.
- have a lot of questions that may not get answered.
- learn a lot and change a lot.
- try to sneak people in my backpack so I don’t have to say bye.
- bring hope.
- bring light.
- give all my love and then some.
People often ask me how I’m preparing for the race. Truth is, how in the world do you possibly prepare for this? The best thing I can think to do is jump in this crazy ride, throw my hands up, and say “let’s do this thing. ” That’s really the only way that makes sense to me.
Oh, and here is a video from this past summer in Peru. Freakin funny. I may not have eaten grubs (nor will I ever), but I did eat jungle rat (without knowing I was eating jungle rat)…… nom nom nom…….. EW.
