Reader,

This last week I climbed up and down 7,000 vertical feet over 20 miles in three days in the Enchantments in Washington. It was hard and long and both a mental and physical challenge, but I did it, and I got to experience this magical, mystical real-life fantasy land for myself.

The waters were deep and green and clear and crisp, cradling fish with scales that colored the rainbow.

The peaks were rough and ragged, like shields towering around us. Their slopes were dotted in chunks of granite as large as busses and buildings, all crawling with grass and moss and trees that were electric shades of green.

Water sparkled and fell from lake to lake, over rocks and edges now stained and smooth, starting a journey to somewhere else many miles and moons much further away.

When the afternoon sun fell, shadows clung to our steps and gold painted the peaks to the branches and the blades of grass beneath them.

It all warmed me and welcomed me and drenched me in some of its magic. To take up space among all of the beauty and wonder was something spectacular.

As I relive the views and the memories and the feelings, I'm overwhelmingly proud that I experienced it all through the strength and the resilience of my own body. I got there with my own two legs (while carrying a 35lb backpack and all the food and supplies I needed up there).

And I'm reminded of another reason for my commitment to my health and fitness that goes thousands of feet and a handful of miles beyond wanting to be smaller or skinnier or filling the void of "not being good enough."

The scarcity echoed through those thoughts and feelings that used to shape my approach to fitness don't have a place in my life anymore. They only dug me further into the hole of the all-or-nothing, binge & restricting, on-again-off-again tendencies that trapped me.

I am committed to my health and my fitness so that I can climb mountains and eat turkey sammies in high places and laugh and dance and play games under the glow of the milky way in sacred, far-away spaces.

I am committed to my health and fitness so I can get as many healthy, active years, doing all the things I love the most with my favorite people, on different peaks, or corners of the earth.

Beyond that, I tell myself that I am good enough and that I am worthy and deserving of longevity and love and happiness and that I can live a long, full, vibrant life. It will all be mine.

So, Reader, I have to ask....

Is your approach to fitness hurting you? Are you in it for the wrong reasons? Do you turn to fitness from a place of scarcity or lack?

How do you need to update or change your approach so that it serves you? So that it gets you to all of the places you want to go in this life, too?

Until next week,

💕 Morgan

PS - Here are some of my favorite views from my trip. You can see more of my favorite pictures here.

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