This is a collection of stories I have written about me and other people chasing their passions and realising their dreams. The challenges, the triumphs, the mistakes and the wisdom that comes from them.
“30 hours”, a tiny voice squeaked from the shadows. Even thinking about bagging a sub-30 silver medal felt dangerously disrespectful.
In this interview, we discuss:
How I got addicted to running…again
Combining passions made achieving the ‘impossible’ simple
My methods for responding to fear…amd much more
“30 hours”, a tiny voice squeaked from the shadows. Even thinking about bagging a sub-30 silver medal felt dangerously disrespectful.
My body felt heavy and each exhalation seemed to weigh it down further into the lounge. I had been there so long I wondered at what point I would sink far enough to no longer be seen.
It only takes a tiny drop of imagination to turn the mundane into an adventure - a minute shift in perspective, a moment of being a little bit braver, a willingness to breathe deep and step forward.
Never has nature delivered a message of focus so profoundly. All I saw was a black blur coming down from the sky, I felt something brush past my hand and heard the soft thud as it hit the ground.
There is a pause. David bravely steps into the breach and mentions he would like to move to Far North Queensland to live. His dream destination is only a few thousand kilometres north of where he currently sits, but his posture says it is a universe away.
I decided to go over to a mate's house today who I hadn't seen for a while. This photo captures the point in the 46km ride that the intelligent part of my brain cut in and highlighted that a motor vehicle may have been a better option on a 39 degree day.
I could pretend that hearing the stories is an easy thing to do. But three years into this journey, and its not getting any easier. The scale of pain is over-whelming and it takes a toll on me mentally and emotionally.
Lay a big number on the table and it’s almost guaranteed to spark a chain reaction. Silence. A pause. Maybe an audible gasp. And then, more than likely, procrastination or complete full stop. I am currently training to run 1300km in 19 days. That’s a big number.
One of those methods is simply to confess my fear. To own it and put it out into the world. I like to confess my fears to someone who is passionate about the thing I fear and then explore the world from their viewpoint.
