Madison Ingram: Where the Wanderlust and Fire of the Soul collide 🔥✈️

They insisted I pick a side—travel or fitness, soul or body. But seriously, why goddamn choose? I didn’t. And that’s how I became the person who hikes volcanoes at sunrise and meditates in the ruins of timeless temples at sunset. 🌄🧘‍♀️

My adventure? This isn't about where I went—it is about the awakening that showed up with me. Three years ago, I was a corporate cog in athleisure, counting macros and reps like a machine. Then I went to Bali. One sunrise over Uluwatu and I was cracked open. The ocean thundered, the wind rumbled, and then—I remembered. It wasn't just a body to manage. It was a temple, a channel for wild, animalistic life.

Now? I chase the sensation—the thrum of the plate under my feet. I’ve sweat through yoga retreats in Costa Rica, dashed through souks in Morocco for the perfect shot at golden hour, and cried and cried in an Icelandic hot spring (don’t ask, it was sacred). Each stamp of my passport is a deeper stride toward my spiritual insurrection: the audacity to be fully alive.

This is not travel content. This is a reckoning. Time to pack. Let’s go get lost and then found. 🌍✨