This. This is what it's all about for me. And, this coming Monday, I'm going to get a chance to listen and learn from aid workers who have been there- who are helping- and who I want to be like.
Join Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) in Washington, DC for a special evening with aid workers recently returned from working in MSF projects that served refugees along the European migration route.
So, my run on the treadmill becomes so much more than that. It becomes a moving mantra to all these people - those fleeing hell and those trying to ease the journey. It becomes a lesson in humility and gratitude. It becomes a focus of attention through my discomfort and becomes a force to keep moving- faster.
I feel like a kid going to a candy store. Hopeful. Excited. A little anxious and nervous even. I want everything now- I want to raise all the funds required for this race now. To even be in the boat now. I would like to be a part of the solution now. But this race, once again, is teaching me about myself. It is not just the 2400 miles that I will have to row- it is the patience to take one day, one shift, at a time. To prepare myself for the long haul. To try to find the balance between trying to prepare myself for what the Pacific throws at me and to accept that there are just some things that will come up-
When I asked the Race Organizer, Chris Martin, what I should keep in mind during my physical training, he said I need my cardiovascular system and my core to be as strong as they can be. He also said I need to be as flexible as I can be. Thinking about it now, I realize being flexible goes way beyond what my body is able to do.
Patience. Being open. Solving the problems. Listening and learning. I am inspired.