I've been reflecting on self definition of beauty lately, and came across a piece I wrote a long time ago. I wanted to share this piece from the archives because the conversation of what it means to be beautiful has been increasingly relevant these days.
Over the weekend I was able to squeeze in competing at Crazy Monkey USA’s Kettlebell Championship. With all the traveling we’ve had so far this summer, I haven’t been able to stick to a consistent training schedule enough to be ready for a 10 minute set. So, for fun, I decided to sign up for the 5 minute biathlon instead.
Well, that was a hell of a trip. It was so damn beautiful. It was physically and mentally crushing, yet soul replenishing at the same time. But with all the planning one can do—when it comes down to it—plans never really go the way one thinks.
Be damned if I have to hike without coffee and Trader Joe’s mochi nuggets.
Training for hiking added a not-so-familiar element to my regular training. As in, it was time to suck it up and do the cardio training I never want to do. Mainly because I find it boring, but also, who has the time?