Being uncomfortable

No one likes being uncomfortable. We hate it, we avoid it, we do everything to get out of it.

I've experienced my share of discomforts... being fired, messy breakups, staring at my bank account when it reads $0.00, being in 128 degree sweltering heat in Iraq, struggling with PTSD from my deployment, or tough track sessions where I'm just trying to make it through another endless circle.

Since moving to Seattle, I've been uncomfortable... my first time in a big city and going at it alone! With my life in sunny mid-America fading behind the rain and clouds of the Pacific Northwest, it's an uneasy and unnerving feeling...

My heart and mind keep trying to grasp something familiar or tangible, but rather fall back to fond memories of...

taking deep breaths of crisp mountain air during a tough swim set,
long rides that took me over the Continental Divide during the Colorado summer,
running in tow with Cam Dye at our Tuesday morning track sessions,
seeing friends out on the roads training diligently for their next event,
being on rooftops for happy hour drinks on Pearl Street,
and CU football games with the old college gang.

But... I know in my heart that in the end, these discomforts will only make me a better person and I'm experiencing life! Regardless of where I am, whom I'm with, or what I'm doing, when I'm uncomfortable, I'm challenged... and that's when I learn to live.

Life... truly begins at the end of our comfort zones.