I went for a run today and realized that lately, that is all I want to do.

Move my body outside.

If I’m honest with myself, nothing else is as big a driver of my actions. I love the feeling of pushing myself.

I grew up reading fantasy novels where Princesses disguised themselves as boys and then trained to be Knights, where young people endured hard and grueling training to learn how to fight, control their magic, and master the elements in nature.

I watched the Mighty Ducks and got obsessed with Hockey and doing drills. I found triathlon and dove head first into books about athletic feats where people had to run across deserts, up mountains, and swim miles in the frigid ocean. And that excites me.

There is something so magical to me about pushing the body and the mind and battling against nature.

But that drive — that’s not something you can teach.

I can show you how capable you are and that if you want to, anything is possible. But you have to learn to love it; you have to find that spark inside of you that keeps you coming back for more.

For me, movement isn’t something I have to do to look a certain way.

It’s a part of who I am.

I’m working on setting up my life in such a way that I can make it the priority, make it the center. The habits I build, the nutritional protocols, the time blocking and planning — even the money I make —- I want to use it all to support that mission. 

To get outside and move.

Because to me, what matters most is movement, good food, and epic experiences in beautiful places.

I’m not sure how you’ve found me, but if you feel the passion, the magic, for something in your life that drives you forward, I’d love to know what it is. Write me back and let me know!

Morgan