I'm going to be honest and say that I didn't put much thought into training camp when I signed up for the Race. I knew it was coming and I knew it was the first time I was going to meet my squad, but other than that I didn't really care about it.
I had been to training camps before. All of them were the same. Awkward name games, long speaker sessions about things I had heard a 1000 times before and leaving the same as when I came. I figured this one would be the same.
I had been so busy in the months leading up to training camp I didn't really have time to prepare, or maybe I just didn't want to prepare. I wasn't spending time with the Lord, I wasn't praying for my squad, and I really wasn't that excited about the World Race in general.
Then it happened. The Freak Out.
We had to leave the house in about an hour. I had nothing packed, laundry still in the washer, gear still in its original package. I looked at the mound of stuff I had to fit into this tiny pack and I freaked out.
What am I doing?
I can't do this!
I am so unprepared!
Leaving for a year? What are you thinking?
I am so far from the Lord, he can't do anything with me.
This was the first time I really thought about the magnitude of what I was about to do with my life. I was overwhelmed with anxiety and feelings of inadequacy.
But I had to press on. No one could know. So I shoved whatever was closest into my pack and headed out into the unknown. Scared out of my mind. Not knowing that what I was about to do would change my life.
