“what am I doing here?”
“I can’t make it.”
“I don’t want to run 2.5 miles.”
Doubts. They popped up in my head over and over and over. I’m not athletic. I don’t play sports.
Yet I find myself spending 10 days with some of the most adventurous people I’ve ever met.
And then they said “we’re playing capture the flag!”
or “you have to climb this cargo net“
or “you have to run 2 1/2 miles, while holding hands with your team”
All I could hear in my head was “I don’t want to!” and I tried so hard to keep those words silent. Sometimes their negativity eeked past my lips… and my teammates were there to lift me up and encourage the negativity right out of me.
Running down the road, holding hands with my soon-to-be team. Eyes closed. Kira yelling “only two more yellow lines [on the road] before we walk again!”
Climbing a cargo net, pulling up my “armless” teammate. Pushing. Pulling. “You can do it!” “You are doing great!” “Almost there!”
Carrying Jen L. on my one arm, while she’s on Kara’s back. he other “useless.” Losing feeling in my shoulder. Unsure that I was going to make it.
But I did.
I made it.
But only because my team was there to pick me up. There to push me on. There to make sure I finished what I started.
And I learned that even though things are not what I want to do, or what I think I can do, I CAN.
I’ve been given a great spirit. One of power. It needs to be used…
