That was the ride of my life!

I feel so humbled and stripped down to the rawest version of humanness. It was tough but on a level that can’t really be described. There were only unexpected and unruly turns of events that were completely out of my control- so wildly out of control it was perfect.

This wasn’t just a race about riding horses across Mongolia, it was a deep journey into ourselves as human beings. One that let us dig into who we are and how we show up as the purest versions of ourselves. We were stripped to the basics because that’s really all we needed. The kindness and love of families and crew, a smile from a herder at work, a wave, the hug from a stranger- all brought unimaginably needed connection when I’m such a vulnerable state. But perhaps more striking was the relationship we got to cultivate with our own minds and hearts. Raw with emotion and no where to hide, we had the honor to experience true presence and connection brought into the moment by the wildness of the horses and the steppe we flew over for 1000+km.

Unbelievable!

I am so alive and so humbled, and I’m overflowing with gratitude.

Many many stories to come.