Nom, Morgan, the docs. (Meyrick Jones; you inspire me.) I'm going to go for it. I'm not sure what I have to prove to myself; perhaps I want some control out of this body that is rightfully mine. Perhaps I want to test it. Perhaps it is just me. It seems I have always been dealt challenges and have now learned to savor them. It has become a fascinating game to me; both mentally and physically. Prior to my marriage I was incredibly active (and 110 pounds, sigh). I took on challenges physically and mentally with a deep breath and a deep dive. Now things are just a bit different. It has become more a mental game in that my steps have to be carefully planned so the collateral damage is kept to a minimum. While there are a few who think that I am crazy to "risk my health," those who really know me understand that I must do this stuff. I have never been an arm chair quarterback. I am an Olympics junkie and have been my entire life. At 55 I still dream that it is me out there. Each small challenge I can cross off the list makes me a happier person. Isn't that what life is about? Accepting the challenges? I lost fifteen years of my life. I refuse to lose even one more. Call me crazy or call me strong. I just call me "me."
G2, who is going to go get some corgi loves before she heads back to the city
I think I am going to try to swim all winter; in the backyard. Possible? Time will tell. With the bike trainer, treadmill, and pool I will have the most boring training possible; perhaps that is not such a good idea.