One night, before a particularly daunting workout, I typed out this poem: run like a bravey sleep like a baby dream like a crazy replace can’t with maybe It was the first time I used the word bravey, and it stuck. It became the label for a mini-movement, a self-identifier for those who are willing to chase their dreams even though it can be intimidating and scary. It celebrates the choice to pursue a goal and even relishes the pain that comes with effort. There is nobility to it; it’s something to be celebrated.
