I never intended to become a runner. I just started bouncing along because I was fat and found I could “run” in Kangoo boots without pain. However, along the way I came back to life!
This is significant as my very recent past had crushed every one of my dreams out of my heart and I was dead inside. I would never be a father. I would never be a pastor. I would never be a millionaire business-person retiring at 55, and I had a marriage that was only held together by obligation. I figured I would continue to fail in life as a fat, extremely out of shape person.
Strangely, as I continued to bounce and later run, something deep and personal began to happen. The more miles I ran, the more the gaping hole inside my heart began to fill with hope. The more I challenged my physical body and beat it into better shape, the more I began to see possibilities in front of me. Dreams that I thought had been waylaid by my failures began to spring up again, like the cool bubbling waters that pop up in the most unlikely places on a trail in the mountains.
Living an ultra life brings hope!