A few years ago, I ran a 5k called the Color Run, where runners were doused from head to toe with an a rainbow of colored powders in the tradition of the Holi Festival that is celebrated in India every spring.
They say there’s two things you can do in Tokyo. Buy used underwear from a vending machine and visit the famous Tsukiji fish market.
The very idea of swimming in a body of water surrounded by an endless swarm of jellyfish is something that might send shivers down the spine most of people, and that same idea is precisely why I flew all the way out to the remote islands of Palau.
This was a must. “I’m going to Corbin, Kentucky – the birthplace of Kentucky Fried Chicken.” As soon as those words left my mouth, there was an understanding between me and my friend, Danielle, that this was something important.
It’s been almost a year since my first trip to Black Rock City and I’m pretty sure that I’m no longer carrying any playa dust on my body.
8 months ago, I took on the challenge to complete the Spartan Race Trifecta, consisting of finishing the Sprint (3+ miles, 15+ obstacles), Super (8+ miles, 20+ obstacles) and Beast (12+ miles, 25+ obstacles) category races.
If there’s a lesson that I remind myself of every so often, it’s that if you don’t ask, you don’t get.