At 26, let's just say, I've faced my fair share of obstacles. I've had my entire life turned upside down with one sentence. I've had to completely start over, but those obstacles were the catalyst for many beautiful things in my life.
One of the best things I've done since then was to get strong. In Spokane, WA, there is a life-changing gym called FarmGirlFit. I walked in a weakling. I barely finished the easiest level workout without throwing up. The only athletic endeavor I had ever mastered prior to this was Dance Dance Revolution. But finishing felt so good. I felt, for the first time ever, strong. It was addicting and confidence boosting. I can vividly remember the day I deadlifted more than my own weight; I channeled Camus, "There is something stronger - something better, pushing right back at the world." I can remember the first time I climbed a rope, and I can remember the first time I pulled my chin up over a bar.
And there's so much metaphor in this, because it - to me - is all about being able to pick yourself up. It's being able to persevere until you reach your goal. It's outer strength turned deep inner strength.
And the ultimate metaphor for me was completing my first obstacle course event - the Spartan Sprint in Big Fork, MT. Because it was through that dark winter, it was through those obstacles, that I found my invincibility. And nothing makes me happier.