It is 2:57pm on Friday, July 23rd.
I am in the farthest possible corner of the F terminal in Pearson International Airport in Toronto.
I am one flight away from Calgary; home.
I am one flight away from Atlanta; my final destination.
This marks the start of World Race Training Camp. Where I spend the next 10 days meeting and bonding with my Gap D squad, getting assigned my team mates, and letting God prepare us for the next 9 months!
I have absolutely positively no clue what is in store for us, and that’s hard to grasp. I read a blog the other day that summed up how I feel perfectly. (Blog)
Ready is a lie
& it steals
all your hopes & dreams.
& it paralyzes
your feet from moving.
& it cripples
your heart from believing life is most beautiful when living in the unknown.
I don’t feel ready, but I’m not letting that stop me. I’m going.
For me, this will be a great lesson of learning how to work with the unexpected, something I’ll be doing every day next year.
Bon Voyage,
Jill
