I tell myself I'm not sure until its the loudest voice I've ever heard. Then something weird happens. I keep running and it shuts up, I follow the turn in the trail, and I round the next bend.
A tiny voice in my head tells me that I've made a wild, out-of-the-box completely unpredictable decision. When people pose the question, 'what would you do if you weren't afraid', I now have an actual answer. I chose to run with Gilbert Tuhabonye. If you don't know him he's an Olympian. I chose to run with Gilbert not because he was a skilled runner but because I believed in the community he built around running. I believe in why he runs, and while he hasn't convinced me to love the actual running part just yet, today he is the reason I run.
The truth is Austin sometimes seems unsurmountable, it's how growing cities work, I see unfamiliar faces and I forget who I know. The world suddenly starts to seem, big, huge, gigantic, it's a Moby Dick novel swallowing me whole. I come to the surface unsure. Then someone runs by that I recognize, they're in my running class, I see someone with a Gazelle shirt ahead of me on the trail, I take a step forward, and then another, and then another, and before I know it, I'm running again.
Lesson #59: The world is smaller than you think