It is late Saturday night- for me. Taking a red-eye home after a few days in Dubai, getting home just in time to change and leave for church. We had planned to fly to Ghana, but our visas didn't come we'll try again in April.
We came for Dan's IM, it was a great little vacation (for those who didn't have to race
).
I am always motivated to reach for bigger goals when I am surrounded by so many high achievers, but then I'm always intimidated by the athletes I pass in the lobby who's biceps are as thick as my neck. I need to be more determined and be realistic about what I want to accomplish. And then I need to be sure I want to achieve it more than I want to do something else, so that the energy I put into it is worth the expenditure.
Outside of the event, we broke bread with Egyptians, Pakastani, Jordanians, Omanis, Filipinos, Bahrainians, Indians and Americans. So many great connections to people. Eating a meal with someone willing to teach you about themselves and their culture is one of my favorite life experiences. I recommend finding some fatoush and hummus to eat. Dan's post race recovery meal was lamb stomach and beef liver which he enjoyed!
I had a new taxi driver experience and was educated by a Muslim about prayer and how we share the same God. He was almost spitting when he spoke of Indians and their religion of many Gods- Hinduism.
I'm reading an insightful book this week- One Hundred Birds Taught Me to Fly- written by a poet/author. Loving it.
