Sometimes, I can’t even believe it myself. Like a dream. I mean, I ran 3,142 miles, from the dirty ol’ East River in Manhattan, NY, to the beautiful Bay of San Francisco, CA.
What were you guys doing in Portugal? What is this NomadX thing? What are digital nomads, anyway? Hopefully, this post clears it all up. When will you be joining the movement? Sooner than you think...
Fear can be crippling. What does so-and-so think about me? Will I get that raise? Why doesn't he like me? What if I get fired? How come she has all that? Why am I not wealthier? What if I fail?
I believe I have successfully erased fear from my life. See how...
Earlier this year Live for a Living engaged with Catty Shack Ranch Wildlife Sanctuary, working with animals can be more rewarding. Managing their social media has been a lot of fun. But, I had no idea how much I was going to learn about animals, particularly animal cruelty, and the importance of having “retirement homes” for lions, and tigers, and leopards, oh my!
Earlier this year I set out a few goals for the year. One of which was to complete my first ultramarathon. Being in a new relationship with an ultrarunner, I felt it extremely necessary to determine whether or not I really do hate running. Since I have completed a couple half marathons this year, I felt ready to kick it up a notch. Christian had been invited back to the BVI to run Tortola Torture and stay with the race director and his wife. Since I was going to be going with him I felt it was a great opportunity for me to complete my first ultra.
Everyone told me, "no one will care Christian, we are always getting hit up for this stuff." - But I didn't listen, and as of today, people have donated $1,095 in support of my efforts, but I am hoping that we can get to $3000 before I run. It's the least we can do for the brave souls that fight for our freedom day in and day out, you know?
I’m sweating bullets.
Intimidated? Oh hell yea. Sitting on top of a desk in a classroom of 30, tough-looking, tattooed inmates, all looking at me, has a way of breeding intimidation. I could only imagine what they might be thinking, “who is this dude?” or “what kind of sunshine crap are they going to feed us this time…?”
I look at it as a tool to motivate other’s to be the best versions of themselves, regardless of the obstacles they’ve faced.
I have made the decision, very recently, to pursue a new career path in fitness. For the past several years fitness has been the main focus of my existence. I love watching people do things they didn’t know they were capable of doing. Especially women. Since starting this fitness journey, I’ve always wanted to make it a career, but I’ve been scared.
As always, the race directions were confusing and vague. I was looking for a confluence of streams, of which there were many, with a series of hollow trees of which there were hundreds, along with a group of rocks of which there were thousands. Depending on the route we took to get where we were, we may or may not even be in the correct valley, and I can tell my runner is getting cold, frustrated, and spooked as the darkness settles in.
