Kind And Nimble

I’ve noticed recently that I am absorbing rather than gripping my way through everyday life. 

From what I can tell so far, (over the first forty-two ish years) is that being alive is complex, unfair, exciting, gratifying, heart-breaking, and finite. We make choices every day that create a variety of outcomes, but I’ve noticed that holding on too tightly to a specific outcome is like clutching a handful of sand, those slippery grains will find their way back to the ocean no matter how hard I squeeze. 

Instead, I’ve eased into another approach to achieve any desired sandy outcome.

For example, I thought I lost my Garmin watch while packing up my hotel room after training camp last Sunday night. I checked my Jeep, twice, I checked inside the pockets of multiple backpacks, multiple times, no watch, anywhere. However, during this twenty-five-minute escapade I never uttered a cuss word, raised my voice, or berated myself for misplacing such a pricey piece of equipment. It didn’t even bother me that the eighteen-mile run I had on tap the following morning might not be recorded; I would be running anyway, the watch’s role (like any other workout) was superfluous. And then I looked in one more place, one more time, and there it was, cuddled up quietly inside my right cycling shoe. I was happy to have found it, especially after I’d let it go.

The last two years have been jarring. 

I still care about making the right choices that will help me reach those sandy outcomes, but rather than squeezing my grip, I’m loosening it up, choosing to follow the sand instead of trapping it in place, because kind and nimble is the *new* fierce and powerful. 

Moments after I completed my Ten thousand In Meters, AKA 11,000 yard swim last Friday, January 21st, in 3:16hrs. It was a long, lovely, and peaceful morning in the pool.

In lieu of a music video this week, I am inviting you to watch the mini-movie I made from Biscay Coaching Winter Training Camp. Enjoy.:)