But there was one little problem to this desire.
I was lazy.
As a little girl, I did gymnastics, and even ran track for a few years. But once puberty hit, I became way more interested in boys and fashion then I ever would be in sports and sweating.
In high school I was one of the girls who opted to “walk around the track” during gym class to avoid breaking a sweat (or God forbid a nail) during volleyball. I only owned a pair of sneakers because it was required for said gym class. I was not a jock.
I really wanted to be strong, fast, a superhero, but I had no desire to actually, physically, do anything strenuous.
Then, in the last few years, I started working out more, and then running, and then, suddenly, in this last year, everything changed.
And on June 28th of this year, I did something that my inner “stiletto wearing, make-up loving, boy crazy” girlie girl would have told you was ABSOLUTELY NOT EVER going to happen.
I ran the Warrior Dash.
What is the Warrior Dash you ask? It is a 3 mile “run” through the woods, over obstacles such as 20 foot walls and rope ladders, ending in a mud pit of epic proportions. Go here for a better idea (including a video of the insanity).
Yeah…I did that! And I loved every muddy moment of it. It was taxing, and challenging and exhausting.
It poured that morning, so I was wet, and sweaty, and muddy and gross.
I had bruises and cuts all over.
I have never been so dirty in my entire life.
I can’t wait to do it all over again next year.
Pushing beyond the limits I set for myself years ago felt amazing. I felt like a butterfly finally pushing out of that cocoon. There was this feeling of re-birth. The new me emerging, muddy, and sore, and laughing.
I am an athlete, and I have the medal and the bruises to prove it.
I am Warrior Girl.