Sometimes life is simply just putting one foot in front of the other, and being okay with not knowing where it will lead.
I traveled a lot growing up and in my 20’s but never solo, and nothing quite like this .“Race travel” in what was a fairly new sport to me was an entirely different beast.
Before setting off on this journey, I was nervous because I had no clue really what I was getting myself into, but knew I needed to take a leap of faith if I was going to experience any real growth.
I’ve been home for 6 weeks now and only just beginning to digest and unpack what those 3 months of international race travel has taught me.
It was an adventure to say the least. One full of trial and error, great determination, a fair amount of frustration and confusion, of course fatigue, and yet great success.
Time will tell how this experience has changed me because I know it has. But among the many life lessons here, I walk away having gained a greater respect and appreciation for the differences in other cultures as well as a deeper love for my own country.
Thankful for the journey and those who supported me along the way.
17 races. 11 weeks. 6 countries. 😅