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.
3 comments:
Does that mean you're going to do the walk?! That's wonderful! I know you'll have a great time.
yay!!!! can I come too?
you go girl!!!!
Of course you are welcome to come, if you are speaking swimming in the 60 degree pool. How's it go? If it doesn't kill you it will make you tougher? I'm hoping it will snow this winter so that I can say I did my own Polar Bear Swim.
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