In these two chapters, Becky travels around the UK, running with college teams, club teams, and fellow pros. There’s so much to talk about, but I actually want to discuss one particular moment from each chapter that jumped out at me.
In Chapter 2, Becky write about finishing a run with her Irish club-mates in the dark and feeling a “special kind of exhilaration”. Another way to phrase this: she felt like a badass. I think this is a feeling we can all relate to. Whether it’s getting out in the morning for a run, finishing a hard race, or doing something that you know separates you from the competition in any other part of life, we’ve all been badasses in our own way. What’s your badass story?
Becky spends much of Chapter 3, talking about mountains which are ripe for metaphors. The one line that jumped out at me was where she writes about looking up at the mountain and having this sense of naivete and how that actually helps her tackle the run. Have you ever experienced this? A situation where not knowing about something actually made it easier, less daunting?