Five minutes of courage

The sign-up sheet had three names on it when I walked into Brew & Bean tonight. I was just there to grab an iced coffee before heading home, but somehow I found myself scribbling my name at the bottom of the list before I could talk myself out of it.

Five minutes of courage

I had that old journal entry in my backpack - the one I wrote after our 10K about pushing through when everything in you wants to quit. Never thought anyone else would hear it, but there I was, standing at a microphone in front of maybe fifteen people, hands shaking like I was about to take my anatomy final all over again.

The weird thing is, once I started reading, the nerves mostly disappeared. Maybe it was the dim lighting or the fact that half the audience was buried in their laptops anyway, but I actually made it through without completely embarrassing myself.

The aftermath of saying yes.

Turns out spontaneity suits me better than I thought. Who knew that the girl who plans out her grocery lists would be the same person willing to bare her soul to a room full of strangers on a Tuesday night?