an ode to training camp
making amazing friends from all parts of the country
eating with our hands
eating of the table
where baby wipes are currency
where baby wipe showers are acceptable
and bucket showers are a blessing
finding spiders the size of your hand
using porta potties- even in the dark
falling asleep in our hammocks to the sound of cicadas
laying in the dirt
eno villages <3
picking gnats out of my two front teeth
responding to “Hawai’i” and “5-0” with my fake siren sound
hiking w/50lbs on our backs
never knowing what sleeping scenarios they’ll come up with
never truly being clean..and not caring
that Georgia heat
those Georgia storms
sharing everything- even the important stuff
hearing amazing speakers speak life and encouragement to racers
realizing you packed too much of the wrong stuff
the freeing feeling of wanting even less than the little you have
memorizing our squadmates’ love languages and Myers Briggs personalities
praying and worshipping daily
learning that its a beautiful thing to be an influential woman of God and that there’s no shame in that
staring up at the clear stars in the beautiful Georgia sky
living with 48 strangers
growing to love them like family
and ultimately realizing with certainty that this is right where God wants me.
