Victory in the tri-ing!

I am back..finally.   Turns out I am not good at keeping all my plates in the air and I let this one drop.  Now that I have a few less plates spinning and a little more time I can finally catch up on those items that I put on the back burner.

I did complete one triathlon this season.  Wanted to do more but it wasn’t meant to be.

It wasn’t my best triathlon but it was the one where I learned the most about myself.   So my favorite part worst sport of the three is swimming.  Its a wonder I don’t drown every time.  I even took a swim class this winter.  It helped…sort of.

Even though I was close to being the last one out of the water I am going to give myself credit for a couple of things:

  • I didn’t have to be  rescued by the kayakers
  • I kept my sense of humor
  • My slow swim made it easy to find my bike since almost everybody had already left!

Off on the bike. Surely I would make up time here.  It was not to be.  Here is the short version of what happened in the middle of the killer hill ( of course)!

  • my chain came off
  • get off bike fix chain
  • get back on bike and try to make it up this hill ( did I mention how insanely steep it is?)
  • chain comes off again
  • get off bike
  • swear
  • fix chain
  • cross fingers

Once I got back on the bike for try #2 I can’t get my momentum back to get the hill

  • Momentarily think about quitting
  • more swearing
  • walk bike up hill
  • get back on and pedal like mad.

The rest of the ride was fairly uneventful.  I found my sense of humor and even scolded the cop who was busy taking up the safety cones before I even passed his checkpoint.

By the time I started the run I knew I was dead last.  So I spent time making peace with that during the run only to discover at the turnaround there was someone behind me.

Seriously??   I just made peace with it and now ..mmm… no time to think just run.

One of the nice things of coming in at the tail end is that there are lots of people to cheer you in.  They are truly happy for you and you know the clapping and cheers are sincere.

After some water and a banana I got into the crowd to cheer the last person in.  While standing there I found out it was her first tri, she beat breast cancer and also lost over 100 lbs.

WOW!!

Suddenly my woes during the race seemed trivial compared to the real life challenges of this triumphant participant.

She may have been last in the race but she was first in facing real life challenges.

It’s people like her who inspire me to keep “triing” no matter what the outcome because there are victories to be had just in the triing!

Be inspired!

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Glenda the Good Witch was right….

glenda the good witchWe all know Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.  Glenda the Good Witch told her to “follow the yellow brick road” which Dorothy did for the most part with a few detours along the way.  After surviving the wicked witch , the flying monkeys and picking up a few hitchhikers along the way ( the know it all, the drama queen, and the emotional one) she finally made it to Oz.

And then, after all that, Glenda the Good Witch informed her she had the power all along to go home again.  I often wonder if they edited out the part where Dorothy says:

“That would have been good info to have BEFORE the flying monkeys!!”

Glenda the Good Witch was right of course.  We all have the power and wisdom within us to do what we know to be the “best” thing for us.

In the spirit of true confessions I will admit that I have often disregarded my inner wisdom because what it was telling me to do was not popular, in style or often done.   I will also confess that most of those decisions weren’t my best.

The best decisions came from my Gut, that all knowing place that told me it was what was best for me.

One of those was marrying my husband despite the fact that during our dating  relationship we had not spent more than 4 consecutive days together in our less than 2 years of dating.   Three children, 5 grandchildren and 32 years later I am so glad I trusted my Gut !

If you have read this far you are probably wondering what this has to do with triathlons, marathons or life in general.

By the way..notice this falling on Monday so it IS a Monday Marathon post.

The good news is I am officially registered for the Marine Corps Marathon!  Registration opened at noon on Feb 23rd and I was registered by 12:05.  Good thing too because the race filled in record time.

The trusting my Gut part comes as I train for my first marathon.  I have done 5ks, 8ks, 10ks and 2 half marathons so training for a race is not unfamiliar territory.  Yet this one is different.  My Gut tells me there is no wiggle room in the training, no cliffs notes, no all nighters, no cramming the training in a ridiculous short amount of time.

And my Gut is right.  My inner procrastinator must take a permanent hike, never to be seen again ( at least in regards to my running)

My Gut is also telling me to train smart and run smart.  Enter a gem of a book I found called ” Marathoning for Mortals”.  Unlike most running books it is written with humor, honesty and real life examples of  what not to do.

I have been run/walking in my training so far.  Running 3 minutes, walking 1 minute, repeat.  A good way to get back into it after several setbacks this fall and winter.   My original plan was to progress towards all running.  Maybe not.

The “MM” book has 4 training plans and one is the run/walk for marathons.  Really???  I mean really??

Can I get past the “shoulds” or what people will think if I run/walk this marathon?   No decisions yet..possibilities , options but no final decisions.  Still having conversations with my Gut and my body, which sometimes says “enough already”!

Where is Glenda when you need her?  Oh and does anyone know where I can get a pair of ruby running shoes??   Stay tuned!

Time to put on my “big girl” panties and hit the reset button on my running!

Well faithful readers I am getting closer to posting on a Monday ( today is Tuesday for the calendar impaired)   perhaps I will hit it next week but I am offering no guarantees.

January is almost over and I spent most of it hitting the reset button, slowing down and reading directions (what a concept)!

I wonder if this will be a recurring theme over the entire year?

Just this morning I spent about an hour running up and down the stairs convinced if I unplugged the phones and repeatedly turned them on and off I would get them to work.  My husband insisted that I should try resetting the modem ( everything is tied into that blasted thing and I am convinced it is run by little gremlins who like to make it malfunction  when I need it the most)  I resisted and kept trying to make it work by turning it on and off and perhaps a bit of the “think” method ( remember that from “The Music Man”)

Maybe I just didn’t want Paul to be right AGAIN. It was the modem.  On the positive side I got lots of exercise running up and down stairs.

Other things I have had to slow down and read the directions for include my Ipod, my new digital recorder, my jupiter jack and my bed.

Yes my bed. Is that indicative of how we as humans have evolved?   I now need to read directions on how to operate my mattress.

More than several years ago we bought a sleep number mattress.  In the beginning it was great but lately not so much.  We even added a memory foam pillow top and yet I was waking up like I had an elephant sitting on my back all night.

So the thrifty cheap part of me DID NOT not want to replace this mattress.   Finally the  light bulb went off and I  pumped up the number on my side  and BINGO no more back pain.  Yet another semi blonde  moment ( semi because my blonde comes from my hairdresser)

As for my running not only am I setting the reset button but eating a bit of running humble pie.

My run outside last week on our one glorious day of sun and 50 degree weather was horrible.  It was just not one of those occasional bad runs. It was time to listen to my body AND redo my training plan and hit the reset button and start back at the beginning.

  • Yes I took time off when I had a severe cough, and then got busy with the holidays.
  • Yes I did the elliptical and the treadmill..inconsistently.
  • Yes I thought I could pick up where I left off since I am a runner, triathlete , cyclist.
  • NOT

Not only did my body hurt last week from running but my ego was a little bruised as well.

Time to put on my big girl panties and go back to the beginning.  So I actually read several training plans, my Chi running book and several articles on ( gulp) beginning running.

AND I put each training step  in my calendar. It has actually been fun and refreshing to begin again.  Humble running pie  turned out to be quite tasty.

And those big girl panties fit just fine thank-you very much!   Anybody else ready to hit the reset button,  and join me?

I believe in do overs and new beginnings in EVERYTHING…jump in the water is fine!  OMG now I have to think about swimming…gulp!

Multi task and you may end up taking a public bath!! or worse

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Mulit tasking seems to have become an art form despite all the studies that say our brains really can’t perform several functions at the same time.   Let me rephrase that.  Our brains can’t handle doing several tasks at the same time and do them well.

Still we try.  All of our electronic gear makes us think we can do it all without cloning ourselves.

We can walk and text…NOT as evidenced by the video below.
Woman falls in fountain while texting

I’m glad she wasn’t outside where she could have fallen into a  ditch, walked into oncoming traffic or gotten hit by a car.

Her cell phone took a bath ( not good)  and she was embarrassed ( survivable) and this video has pretty much gone viral so she will never live it down.  On the plus side she gave us all a good laugh.

Speaker phone is another mulit tasker tool..useful when on perpetual hold..not so useful by lazy people who refuse to hold the phone to their ear and then FORGET to tell you that you are on speaker phone and then EVERYONE hears things they are not suppose to hear.  Not to mention you can hear the person you are talking to doing everything BUT listening to the conversation.

So how does this relate to Marathon Monday ( once again falling on a Wed)??

Quite frequently I take my dog to the very end of a street near our home.  There are several vacant lots so its a good place to play.  Since its the very end of the street no one comes down there unless they live there or are lost so there is very little traffic.

So Max and I are playing and I see a woman out for a run heading towards us.  We are blatantly visible.  By the way, Max is a pretty good size golden retriever..a little hard to miss.  She had her headphones on and was NOT paying attention.  Max , of course, as all goldens do was absolutely certain that this person would be more than happy to pet him, pay attention to him etc.

Goldens operate on the toddler rule  “Its all about me, no matter what, if you came to see Jenn, you really online pharmacy came to see me”.

I was about a  second too late from grabbing his collar to keep him from running up to this gal.

He conveniently became deaf to the “come” command.

She screamed..turns out she is afraid of dogs. She yelled this to me as  I grabbed Max..  she continued to the end of the street (not too far) back up the road and on her merry way.   I felt horrible the rest of the day.  I should have had him on his leash, how stupid of me and a few other choice phrases, until I had a realization.

She wasn’t paying attention.  She KNEW she was afraid of dogs.  We were visible and yet she kept running towards us because she was not paying attention, had her music up so loud I could hear it clearly and she was totally zoned out much like the woman texting .

Yes I am partly to blame  HOWEVER as a female runner I have a few  AWARENESS rules ( awareness=common sense)

  • When running alone, no matter what time of day…BE AWARE OF YOUR SURRONDINGS.…duh!
  • Sometimes I run with my Ipod but I am still AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS ( volume down low or only one ear bud in)
  • If you are afraid of dogs, cats, deer, construction workers, snakes, clowns..whatever…be AWARE and don’t keep running towards them if you see them ahead.  Duh again!
  • Know your route.  I don’t care if its the safest neighborhood around, don’t run in isolated areas.

Next time you are trying to do several things at once step back and check in with yourself

  • Are you being fully present with what’s important?
  • Are you aware of your surroundings and the people around you?
  • Are you doing any of  these tasks well?

If the answer is no to any of these then slow down and do 1 thing at a time ( what a concept)

Or keep multi tasking and watch yourself fall into a hole while running or into a fountain while texting..I’ll be the one LMAO nearby.

By the way.. I am allowed 1 or 2 cranky blogs a year..  Guess this counts for one!

Marathon Wed???If only my training could be like studying for a final exam…

So its Marathon Monday on a Tuesday , Wednesday.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you that some of these would be late.  Hey life happens and around here it seems to be happening in many dimensions.

Perhaps that’s why today is one of those days  when I wish training for an athletic event WAS like studying for a final exam.

Let’s be clear here , I am NOT talking about the way “normal” people study for a final exam.

I am talking about the good intentions of keeping up with the reading, doing everything on time, having that date in your calendar three months ahead of time and then procrastinating until you pull an all nighter  studying, and can barely keep you eyes open for the actual  exam.

Obviously I grasped the concept of a run on sentence from English 101.

Oh and I forgot to add you get a semi decent grade out of it after all. ( Most of the time)

Somehow that doesn’t cut it when training for a race.  You can procrastinate all you want but pulling an all nighter won’t help a bit.   And you won’t get a decent or even a semi decent race time.  What you will get ( if you decide to participate) is sore muscles, a possible injury and lots of self loathing.  I mean a LOT of self loathing.

So to borrow from Oprah this is what I know for sure:

  • The weather is unpredictable and I had better work around it since I don’t live where its 65-70 degrees everyday, sunny with no humidity.
  • *&#$@ happens.   I mean life happens…and it happens around here alot so get used to it and work around it
  • Treadmills are boring but better than nothing
  • Training plans should be simple and straight forward..the  rest go in the circular file
  • Everyone has the “best” training plan    NOT
  • cute workout clothes motivate me

Okay even I will admit that last one sounded a bit shallow and non athletic antibiotics sounding.   I am not a fashionista.  As a matter of fact a quick look at my closet will tell you I have more work out clothes than anything else.  And most of them are cute.  Actually I am just happy if I color coordinate..hey whatever works to get me out the door.

One more thing I know for sure.  Guys do NOT care in the least what they wear to workout in. AND they don’t care how it smells.  They might care about the right kind of shoes but that’s about it.  I speak from experience on this one.

My husband must own 1000 t-shirts.  He will wear ONE until it falls apart.  At this rate he will have to live a long time to wear out all his t-shirts .  He shocked me the other day by wearing what appeared to be a new one.  It was new in the sense that it had never been worn but its logo gave it away.  Army 10-miler  1995.  Yes a 15 year old “NEW”  t-shirt.

A couple of days ago he called all stressed out.  Someone had stolen his running clothes.  His dirty, smelly already worn a couple of times running clothes.  I asked him if he had seen anyone in a hazmat suit carrying a package at arms length? Find that person and he will have found his clothes.  Either someone at his office gym had no sense of smell or some woman walked by, got a whiff and in an act of bravery threw them out.   Darn the bad luck!

So since the fine art of putting it off will NOT work  I got on the treadmill today and will again tomorrow and the next until the weather allows me outside.

If you see me at the gym stop and say something motivating…oh and notice my cute workout clothes!

The ancestor of Red Bull...I remember it well!

The ancestor of Red Bull...I remember it well!

Semper Fi…the weather made me do it!

Sometimes I just know.   Its that feeling in my gut.  Intuition.  It feels right and I know I will regret it if  I don’t do it.

It can be about other people, family, friends, acquaintances or it can be about ME!!

The powerful ones are those that come to me and I think really?  No way!!

I shove it aside and it pops up again and I say…c’mon, really?

I shove it aside again but this time it doesn’t budge it stays put and says “I am here to stay, deal with me, make the decision and we both already know what it is.

I tried to ignore this last one.  I tried to tell myself that its only a maybe and I could wait until Feb 23rd to make a decision.

I really did try.

I knew I was in trouble when I started smiling about it, when I started visualizing how it could be…uh oh…this isn’t going to wait until Feb 23rd.

I was starting to feel like Kevin Costner in “The Field of Dreams” with the voices but instead of  saying “Build it and he will come”  mine would say:

“Do it because you can…now is the time”.

For me this is a big deal…because I have never wanted to do this before..nope not me..no way I want to do this.  Some of you reading this have already done this many times and it’s not a biggee.  But for me…  I can’t  believe I am even considering doing this but it feels right so I know I must.

I want, must, have to  run the Marine Corps Marathon.  For whatever reason this will not leave me.  And it can’t be any other marathon.  It has to be the Marine Corps Marathon.   So now that I am saying it I can quiet that inner voice.

So here is the question…can a woman who just started running about 6 years ago, train and run a marathon knowing arthritis that 2 short months later she will be having that double nickle birthday??  Am I crazy?  (Relatives and close friends may NOT answer that last question)

Part of me thinks this is about triumphing over the excuses I came up with this summer for not running.  Seems I have hooked into the weather like I am Sam Champion and use it as the perpetual excuse NOT to run.  It’s too hot, it’s too humid, it looks like rain, is that thunder I hear?  And as the weather turns colder..it’s too cold , windy, the wind chill makes it blah, blah blah.  Can anybody relate?

I just posted about what happened to me three weeks ago while running in the cold.   The Cliff Notes version is I ended up with a bad cough and pulled muscles from coughing.  Find the longer version here: Cough and Stand up Straight

By the way I DID do a short run on the treadmill today..felt good to get back into it.

So now that I have posted it here and told a few people, it is real.  My next step is to start training  AND register on Feb 23rd.

The actual marathon is not until Oct. 30th so 2011 will be a year of races and training .  I’ll keep you posted.

So what about you?   What is your GUT telling you…are you listening?

Take a moment, pay attention throughout the day.  Give yourself some quiet time…turn off the TV, the music, go for a walk.  Allow that inner voice to speak..give it some time. It will show up maybe not right away and certainly not everyday.  But its there.

It might be telling you to call someone, send a note, try something new, step out of your comfort zone.  Let me know what you hear or feel…especially if it tells you to run the Marine Corps Marathon..I could use a buddy..or at least a cheering section.

Hoora!  Semper Fi

Cough and Stand Up Straight….

I was going to title this “Cough but Don’t Bend Over” but I thought too many people might take it the wrong way.  So I titled it the opposite, however it means the same thing.

I speak from recent experience.  Clean thinking here please.  Trying to keep this blog on the PG side of things.

I acquired a rather nasty cough that would not go away.   Actually I had gone running about 3 weeks ago in some rather cold weather and came home feeling like I had smoked a pack of cigarettes.

The hacking turned into a cough and finally I went to the doctor.  I obviously had something brewing before the run as the antibiotics cleared up the cough.

The medicine did not clear up my sore muscles from coughing .

You would think I would learn from experience as this has happened to me before.   Evidently I am a REALLY slow learner.

If you see someone cough or sneeze in slow motion you would see what stress it puts on the body.

I don’t need to see it, I can feel it.

All the muscles on the left and right side of my chest are pulled.  As the day wears on it feels like I am wearing a corset that someone is gradually tightening.

Those women who wore those things were more than a little nuts.

Since cold and flu season is creeping around the corner waiting to pounce I suggest you refrain from bending over or using any other poor body mechanics to cough.  Grab a pillow to brace yourself, sit down, get some medicine, and be gentle with yourself.

Otherwise you will end up  b&*^%y cranky like me, unable to run and impossible to live with..or so I am told.

Not only are  nurses really bad patients but we are impossibly impatient with the healing process.

Enough already!!!

Monday I am planning to run for the first time in weeks.  Not far and I will probably be a wuss and do it inside on the treadmill.

Okay let me rephrase that lest all the treadmill users think I am criticizing them.

I am going to play it safe and use the treadmill.

I really do prefer to run outside but I will agree that perhaps inside is a better choice this time.

A little exercise will do my body and my mood some good.  My husband and dog will be so relieved.

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Keeping the “girls” in check and happy

Have you ever wondered who designs  our bras let alone sports bras?  Most women would agree that there is some conspiracy out there or maybe even a department that secretly figures out which bras are our favorites and then discontinues them at the EXACT moment we need to replace our favorite bra.

Sizing is another issue.  Oprah did a whole show on getting fitted for the proper bra and these women were just thrilled to find out they really weren’t a B cup but a D cup.  Seriously??   Having been an A as a young woman, then a B most of my life and for 3 brief periods while pregnant and nursing a D cup I can tell you that anyone who is shoving their D cups into a B cup bra either has a high tolerance for pain or loves to spill out all over the place.

My other thought is that manufacturers just feel sorry for those of us on the small size and are trying to boost our spirits.

Thanks but no thanks..it is what it is.  When I was younger, sandwiched into between two rather well endowed sisters and given our society’s fascination with large breasts I felt a little cheated.  Now, however, I feel lucky.  Having experienced the larger sizes during pregnancy and nursing I discovered that I much preferred my more manageable “B”s.

Thinking I had sort of figured out my own personal dilemma with regular bras I discovered the world of the sports bra.

Sports bras are a mystery that is yet to be figured out.

No cup sizes here..small-extra large.  Huh?   I figured I was a medium…only if I want to put my chest in a vice.  Turns out a large or extra large is what is comfortable for me…and I thought to myself , if I am a large or x-large what do women do who need larger sizes?

Turns out they either do a lot of searching, trying on or wear two sports bras at once to give them the support they need and to keep the girls happy.

Or they give up on sports that put the girls in motion.

Well that’s just not right.

A quick poll of my friends confirmed our mutual frustration with sizing and fit.

Champion was actually the brand that came out on top. At least for those of average size

Fortunately a company called Enell came out with a sports bra for larger sizes that actually fits.

www.enell.com

They even have a video of how to measure, get the right size AND put it on correctly ( instead of the usual wrestling match we all go through)

No surprise that this great product came from a woman, Renelle Braaten, who needed a sports bra to fit and couldn’t find one, so she and her mother ( a seamstress) designed one and now women all over the world can stay active AND keep the “girls” happy!

Girl power in support of the “girls”!    Love it!!!!

I will be heading over to the site and getting some for my youngest daughter. So Julie..now I will REALLY know if you read my blog or not!! Just kidding.

My favorite running shirt says “I know I run like a girl, try and keep up”

To all manufacturers of women sports apparel…We are women who run, bike, swim, play volleyball, soccer, softball and Lacrosse PLUS all kinds of other sports and jobs… WE are shaped like women…try and keep up with us  because  others like, Renelle Braaten, will  find solutions and make our lives healthier!
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Oh Mr. Race Photographer I’m ready for my close-up

As I sat down to edit this post  I started to smile wondering if this really was a post about how to get a good race photograph or just an excuse to exhibit a rare but good race photo of myself.

A little of both.  As my friend and web designer Sherra said to me ( often) Your blog, Your rules!

Long before digital cameras I was ( am) a photo connoisseur ( sounds better than addict)

Yes I am the  obnoxious dedicated one at the family gatherings with the camera .

When I  started running a mere 5 years ago I was thrilled to find out about “race” photos and anxiously awaited to see my athletic image as I pounded the pavement to my first finish line.

Anticipation led to disappointment.  There was no photographer at this race.  No  images of my  achievement to put on the frig.

Bummer.

Next event was my first sprint tri in Minneapolis.  Yes we live in Virginia and yes we drove all that way for a sprint tri.

This tri  definitely had a photographer .   Guess what I learned?  Only the babes from Baywatch look good running in a swimsuit.

I also think that most race photographers have the uncanny ability to catch me  at the most unflattering and awkward moments.

Yet at this tri I was rewarded with this one photo.    At the end of the run I managed to catch up to my husband and grab his hand as we crossed the finish line.   It was our anniversary and he , once again, was supporting one of my crazy ideas!

At subsequent events the photos were my equivalent to those bad auditions on American Idol in that they were a continuing source of humor for the family..or at least for my husband.

Hey, what can I say.  At least I was out there moving my body.

BUT this summer at the one and only triathlon I could fit in to my crazy schedule  I accidentally   discovered the  secret to a good race photo.

I anticipated, and trained to have my best swim ever.  For many reasons it did not happen and once again I came out of the water at the end of pack, winded, a little discouraged  and frantically racing to find my bike.  Once on the bike  I relaxed, decided to do my best and enjoy.

Did I mention that I later found out the heat index that day was 105?  Not exactly conducive to  a great photo.

Yet as I rounded the trail on the run one of the volunteers clued me in that the photographer was  right around the corner.  So I put on my best race smile and ta da….

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Approaching  the finish line I noticed  ( and it was no surprise) that  mmmm, I was one of the last ones in.  So I could be bummed or make the most of it…and give the photographer something to do so I hammed it up.

A little focus would be nice…

I saw him take more than one photo  so I thought well maybe the law of averages is in my favor this time and it was…

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He found the focus button!!

I did discover the secret to a good race photo..  or at least this time…is  to be at the end of the pack.

Honestly, as in life, as in “triing” or “trying” you just never know for sure what is going to work.  Sometimes you just get lucky!

Being one of the last had its payoffs…and if your disappointed in my answer think of it this way..  when my grandchildren or great grandchildren are looking at this they will have no idea if I was first or last , only that I was out there having fun.

Go out, have fun, take some good photos, take some that will get you a good laugh and move your body because that’s whats its all about.   Oh and like me…ALWAYS be ready for your close up!!

Say Cheese,

So which was it? Trip to the ER or a great idea?

You all might remember that back in January of this year I blogged about my upcoming adventure with my new clipless bike pedals.

If your memory is anything like mine (good but short) you might want to hit the link below and reread the original post.

A great idea or a trip to the ER?

So here is the scoop.  I did not meet my deadline of Feb 1st mainly because of the winter weather.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

Honestly a little good ole procrastination and just plain fear also entered the deal.

Now my middle name lately could be “fearless” as I have swung on the trapeze and  rappelled off a 4 story building  and would love to do a tandem sky dive

SO why did falling off my bike make me shake in my boots?

Lets see..the trapeze had…

  • a HUGE safety net
  • a guided harness

The rappelling adventure had ..

  • a helmet
  • a safety harness
  • some really cute National Guardsman helping me (always a plus)
  • No net!!

The rappelling was a spontaneous adventure and my gray matter had no time to process what I was actually doing.

Somehow, somewhere, someone is going to ask me …

“So if you saw someone jump off a 4 story building, would you do it too???

“Why yes I would and here are the photos to prove it!”

Almost ready to jump

Almost ready to jump

"Jumping off a 4 story building"

"Jumping off a 4 story building"

Despite all this my fear was a hungry bear and it got busy feasting on:

  • Childhood memories of painful scabby knees and lost battles with the sidewalk
  • My husbands voice telling me “Your gonna breaka u face” ( thanks Paul)
  • All those friends with their wonderful bloody bike pedal disaster stories they delighted in telling!

I  reminded myself of the quote by Helen Keller:

” Life is either a great adventure or nothing”

Pushing the fear aside I started with one pedal, graduated to two…and I DID it without falling.  AND I did it just in time for my Sprint tri in June!

Bike pedal success!

Bike pedal succes

That is not quite the end of the story.  Spurred on by my success and getting a little cocky I fancied myself the master of the bike pedals.

Off I went  a few weeks later exploring a new bike path and down I went when I took a sharp turn and lost my balance.

And the pavement won!

At age 53 I sported a very scabby knee and a slightly bruised ego.

My scabby knee made for some interesting conversations especially since I took great pleasure in wearing Scooby Doo band-aids!

So I didn’t “break a my face” and I LOVE my bike pedals!

I know I have some more learning ahead of me, a few falls and maybe a scabby knee or two.

Still…I am so stinking proud of myself I may have to borrow Ava Grace’s  “I’m Kind of a Big Deal” shirt!

So my friends, face your fears, take a risk, fall down, get up, and do it again the next day…its all about the “trying”

Let me know what you’re up to so I can cheer you on!