Now I have come to the cross-roads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew, but I never took it. You know why? It was too damn hard.- Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman
Exactly one week ago, I was crossing a desert. And it was too damn hard. I can now add it to my show off list of random crazy things I’ve done for no other reason than to push my own limits and get out of my comfort zone. Exactly a week ago, was the first time I walked 30+ kms from just before sunrise to just before sunset! And it was too damn hard. Yet another opportunity to prove that ‘impossible’ is just a word we throw around to keep us from taking the right path….that path to our liberation from all our limiting beliefs…that path that’s too damn hard.
I walked along with 50 other women. Inspirational women who kick ass in their own ways. Women who don’t often use the word impossible and who don’t take the easy paths. I’m getting teary eyed as I remember some of their stories.
For example, one has won her battle with cancer and has had a heart transplant only 3 years ago. She’s never skipped a WHW training session since November and is now crossing the desert coz she’s calling it a new start!!
Another beautiful soul shared that her husband has committed to walking the same distance she does every day while she’s in the desert. Just imagine the type of woman she is to have a relationship like that and a man wanting to support her that way!
Yet another woman went straight after our walk to freakin’ Kilimanjaro!!!
During the walk on day 3, I found myself in the middle group. It was a lovely part of the desert with dunes as far as the eye can reach and as I stop for a sip of water, I notice the first group (some much older than me) marching away in the distance like there’s no tomorrow making me think of how much better I can get in terms of fitness without exhaustion. And I looked at the group behind me taking it at their own pace and all too happy getting booster rides in the 4x4s to catch up with the rest of us and that made me think of how proud I feel about how hard I worked on my body…and I loved being in the middle. I loved that moment, sun just waking up to kiss the clear blue skies, pristine dunes as far as the eye can see, about 30 camels in the distance and me with my ‘I don’t sweat, I sparkle’ shirt and my big ass hiking boots that make me feel like an astronaut, I closed my eyes soaking up all the love and kindness I received from everyone around me.
I busted my knee at the end of the first day and the number of women checking in on me since was humbling and made my heart overflow with oxytocin!!! Some slowed down their pace to keep me company the following day, some offered pills, some stretching advice etc etc…I don’t get that kind of attention from my own family…ever.
It was that evening that the sandstorm hit and got worse that we needed to be evacuated at 4am. A reporter who joined the walk that day said ‘well I guess we’re canceling the story’….and I thought to myself…this IS the story! You set an intention and you make a plan. Then you go out there and prepare for it best you can…and maybe … maybe not you are ready by showtime. Then life throws her curve balls. Enter sandstorm and game over.
But the story is not canceled…far from it. We just keep walking even when it’s too damn hard! And life will never be the same again.