“You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.”
“The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
― John Bingham,
2016 may seem to some like a bit of a paradox. Here we have an encore of 2010 – a resolve to commit to a year of adventures so as to broaden our exposure to the world and challenge our inhibitions. It’s a vast scope of work and one could argue that there are limitless adventures to undertake. So why, in a world of such potential, would I elect to do something I’ve already done?
I haven’t defined an adventure because each experience is unique to the individual. One man’s ‘been there, done that‘ is another’s worst fear confirmed. Even more, I’m an adventuring one-hit wonder. Despite my best efforts I can never replicate an experience. The set up, the sensation, the reflection, all changes. While this helps keep life spicy (see: experience, spice of life), it also comes at a cost. You see, I think fondly on my past year of adventure. Sometimes I’d do just about anything to feel as unencumbered as free as I did when I first jumped out of a plane, or spoke into a microphone, or fell in love. These are the memories we’d sooner remake, so it was with some trepidation that I embarked on Adventure #2, and ran my first marathon in 11 years.