Jen has been cutting my hair for years.
And yesterday, I finally found some time to sit my a** in her chair. I needed a haircut so freakin’ bad I could hardly stand to leave the house. I’m happy to report my split ends are history, as is the peach fuzz below my forever blonde eyebrows. (Thank you Jesus.) What I love about Jen is that we can go for months without chatting yet pick up right where we left off every time we’re together.
The pic up top is her near the finish line of the 2013 Colorado Tough Mudder.
Turns out they try to f*ing electrocute you right before you cross the finish line. (Can you even imagine if they tried to do this at the end of a marathon? I’d either find a corner and go fetal or start punching spectators.)
Needless to say, Jen got shocked. Hard enough to find herself face down in the mud. (She said the worst part was how many people actually SAW her go down. Talk about adding insult to injury.)
I couldn’t help but ask if she’d do it again. Turns out…she’s already registered for next year. (I know, right? After I saw this pic I knew I’d never be a card-carrying member of THAT elite club.)
Then she asked about the marathon…so I spent a few minutes giving her the blow-by-blow of all things 26.2.
She asked if I’d do it again.
I came back with, “Yes. In less than 6 weeks.”
Shoving all small talk to the side, we began analyzing exactly why we do seemingly crazy sh*t…and why we keep coming back for more.
Here’s what we came up with:
- We have something to prove…mostly to ourselves.
- There is something very powerful (and warrior-esk) about pushing yourself beyond what you think is possible.
- We find comfort in the structure of training.
- We’re addicted to goals — b/c they mean we’re growing and/or moving forward.
- It’s not so bad to eat half a pan of brownies with very little consequence.
- We crave control. Control of the outcome. Control of ourselves. And at some level, control of our lives.
Listen. I have yet to meet another marathoner who burns down 26.2 for the hell of it. And if that’s you, then call me, because I want to KNOW you. But in all my chats with recreational athletes around the U.S., it’s not necessarily FUN that drives us to do heroic sh*t. It seems [to me] there is always a deeper, more compelling reason behind why we do what we do.
I’ve chased two marathons this year for all of the reasons listed above. (No joke.)
But what I really want to know is why do YOU do what you do? What reasons did we miss? Come on over and chat me up: www.Facebook.com/BrooksFirstMarathon.
Today I’m celebrating the bad a** in Jen, the warrior in YOU and the simple fact that we all have the power to choose.
P.S. Want to spend a VIP day with me in Denver? (Hey, we’ll go for a run, jam with my trainers, eat, shop, the works…and I’ll pick up the tab!) All you have to do is log your daily activity here for a chance to win.
P.P.S. Thanks Jen, for letting me share your story. 🙂
P.P.S.S. My brother and his family are here for the week, so I drug my sister in law (Dannika) out to Red Rocks this morning. Andi gave us both a damn good workout: