It is impossible to run that trail off of Mulholland and not be happy you got out of bed. There’s something mysterious and almost conspiratorial about getting out of your car in the dark, huddling around at the bottom of the trail, greeting each other in hushed voices, and making the first climb together as a team before you can really even see who’s there yet. Once we get halfway up the trail and throw down our water bottles we’re in our own little wonderland, free to holler, cheer, jam out to Rihanna, fly up and down those steep hills, and take a breath to gaze out over the city lights. Then we scatter off into the rest of our day with a little glow inside us because we already did something wonderful so does the rest of the day really have any choice except to follow suit?
Our Own Little Wonderland (LAX)
Every morning we’re given the opportunity to make progress. We get to hug someone a little harder, cheer a little louder, run up the dirty b*tch a little faster, pound out one more push up than we thought we could, and open our hearts a little more. We get to look up at the Observatory as the moon is setting and the sun is rising and take one more moment to think, “This is the most beautiful place I could be right now.” Even if we don’t feel “in it,” if we’re tired and sore and slow and maybe a little crabby, we made progress by overcoming those mental blocks to put something in even though we didn’t feel like it.
Then we scatter and take our endorphins and our smiles and our full hearts out across the city and we’re ready to tuck jump over anything that’s thrown our way. And we’re all going to do this until we’re 90!!!!! #notnotacult
New topic – I still cannot stop laughing about this: Jesse explained what the burnout was going to be and Liam goes, “oh GOD” in complete horror. Liam, you’re just the best. I remember when you first started showing up and you could barely keep your eyes open you were so tired. Now I can’t imagine NP without you.
Alright folks. Have the best day ever!!!!!!