Reflections on 2019 Race Season

i love the mountains

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.

Packing was my least favorite part but I learned a lot in the process of constantly being on the move.

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. 😅

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