radical responsibility

Today my running group headed to Louisville to run in the Color Run.

And, just in case I haven't told you before, I organize and coordinate this running group. 4-5 group runs a week. Website, twitter, facebook. Meeting with various members for runs and reviewing training plans and having dinner. Nathan and I offered our home up to the group on Friday night for a bring-your-own-dinner Olympic Opening Ceremonies night.

I love this group. I feel like it is what I am supposed to do. I feel like it is who I am. Who I am supposed to be. I feel like I am finally starting to have some sort of idea how to eventually make this into a career, but I am doing this 100% for fun and warm fuzzy feelings right now. And I'm having lots of those.

My lovely friend Retta took this picture of me today. With my sign and balloons. Gathering people together. Making introductions. Literally forming a group. In that moment.

And the picture brought me to tears.

Because I am so proud of who I am. Because I am so proud that I took responsibility for the life I was living. Because I decided to take what I thought would make me happy and run with it. Because I don't care how much of my time it takes. But because I took responsibility for who I am.

And I can't wait to see who I become.