Awesome moments in history — In 1967, Kathrine Switzer was the first woman to run the Boston marathon. After realizing that a woman was running, race organizer Jock Semple went after Switzer shouting, “Get the hell out of my race and give me those numbers.” However, Switzer’s boyfriend and other male runners provided a protective shield during the entire marathon.The photographs taken of the incident made world headlines, and Kathrine later won the NYC marathon with a time of 3:07:29. [Wiki] /
This woman is amazing!
I’m not even going to do her justice here. Talk about resolve. An official tried to forcibly remove her from the race and other men stepped in to protect her and she was able to finish the race. You can read her online bio HERE
Anyone who has the wherewithal to finish a marathon has my utmost respect, male or female, but do be the first woman ever to run in one and do it like she did, is priceless in my book.
I do not presently have my sights on running a full marathon. Heck, I’m lucky to run down the block without throwing up. I do however want to climb Pikes Peak in Colorado on my 50th birthday (in 2015) and that is going to take some training.
Why Pikes Peak? Because action trumps self pity every day.
The book “Don’t Let Me Go: What My Daughter Taught Me About the Journey Every Parent Must Make” by David Pierce planted this seed of mine back in 2009. It’s about his mountain climbing adventures with his daughter. I almost didn’t read the book because I hate father daughter everything. In a moment of personal bravery, I decided to get over myself and I thoroughly enjoyed reading the book. They climbed quite a few mountains and ran a lot of races together. I can almost bet if his daughter was the one being attacked in a marathon, he’d be the first man to protect her. I’m a little envious to be honest.
While Don’t Let Me Go opened a desire for adventure it also opened a wound. Bits and pieces of self-pity starting seeping into my veins. Not all at once mind you, just a little here and a little there. I ignored it for a long time and went on my own adventures like horseback riding through the jungles of Belize in 2011 (wicked cool!) and swimming with sharks in Cancun with my husband and boys in 2012 (and amazingly awesome) as well as snorkeling a barrier reef that same year. I love going on adventures with my guys and I hope we get to do many more as the years go by.
Even so, I could not shake the “oh how I wish I had a father to do things with while I was growing up.” bug of a monster in the back of my brain. Self-Pity is a horrible, nasty, terrible disease that lies and festers if you don’t kick it in the butt as soon as it surfaces. I finally had to face it and call it out for what it is — a self absorbed, egotistical, useless waste of time, breath, and energy.
I don’t have a father. There is nothing I can do about that. That is reality. I have a birth father, but that’s not the same thing.
I know, I’m 47 and I have “daddy issues” so sue me. Deep down, I believe a lot of women do. That’ s not always as easy as I can make it sound. Books have been written on it and I’m not going to bore you here. I’m just adding this because for some reason self-pity told me I could never climb Pikes Peak.
My brain is bad neighborhood and I cannot go there alone most days so I finally I decided to talk this out with a friend of mine. She’s ruthless mind you which is why I talk to her only when I’m ready.
“Let me get this straight. You want to climb Pikes Peak because of a book you read, but you can’t because you don’t have a dad and your husband’s knees are too bad to join you? Well that sounds ridiculous. Call a friend to go with you and climb the stupid mountain. Don’t call me because I have arthritis, but I’m sure there is at least one other crazy person in Tulsa who will travel with you.”
Sure enough I mentioned my desire while at a friend’s house and one of the gals at the table said she’d driven UP the mountain but had never climbed it, she’d love to go with me.
And there you have it. On August 27, 2015 – my 50th birthday, I Deana will summit Pikes Peak – without using the train, or a four-wheeler. I will do it the old-fashioned way – hiking up and I will be doing it with friends.
I have some hurdles to get over before attempting to climb this mountain. It’s a two-day climb I have some physical issues that need to be addressed. My son’s doctor was correct, parent’s of special needs kids do great taking care of their kids, but are lousy at taking care of themselves. My youngest is now grown, seizure free (because of the right meds) functioning as an adult with a job, a car, and is going to college. I can relax. I get to take care of me now. That’s a good thing. I can either feel lost and un-needed (and that does come up some days) or I can remind myself that I am needed, by me, to take care of me because no one else can do that quite like I can.
1. I’m way out of shape — 50+ pounds out of shape.
2. My right ankle cannot tolerate long distance walking and PP is a lot of walking. (I shattered it as a kid and it’s pretty messed up today)
3. My left foot likes to go to sleep randomly, without warning. – no clue why and yes my doc is looking into it.
4. I’ve never been to Colorado. I have no idea if I can handle the altitude.
I have to start somewhere and the best place to start is where my feet are.
How do I start? by planning smaller steps, acknowledging my obstacles and planning ways to overcome those. — (I learned all this from Storyline by the way.)
- I will be in cycling events, starting with 25 miles this June and culminating with the MS-150 in 2014. (my base mileage is still at 10-15. I need to bring it up a lot)
- I will participate in 5k’s. Walking at first and eventually running in those. – I’ll be posting these events on my side bar for accountability.
- I will (Big Gulp) participate in the Route 66 half marathon this November. I signed up yesterday. This to me is a big hairy audacious deal. I make fun of marathon runners. Who knows maybe I’ll like it so much that I actually want to run in the full one next year. Don’t laugh, it could happen. I swam with sharks last year — anything’s possible. And I’m told they have medics on stand-by just in case, so it’s all good.
I’m not in a holding pattern between being a Mom and waiting to be a Grandma — I’m a woman. I have a story to write. I have my story to live.
DARE TO LIVE
Sane women do not wake up one day at 47 and think, “I have never learned a musical instrument, I don’t know how to read music, nor have I ever listened to Bluegrass (Hee Haw and Roy Clark not withstanding – not sure that counts anyway) I think I’ll learn banjo.”
Fortunately for me, I am a redhead and I’ve never been accused of being sane.
I’ve only been playing banjo since May of 2012. Bluegrass is new to me. I’m still learning who is who and what is what. I had a hard time learning songs at first because I’d never heard Cripple Creek (Remember THIS post?), or Orange Blossom Special and other classics. Foggy Mountain Breakdown yes, you’d have to live under a rock to not know that one, the rest all sounded the same to me.
Wanting to do well in my new adventure I decided to immerse myself in Bluegrass and I went out and spent roughly $300 on CD’s before discovering there is good bluegrass, and there is horrible bluegrass — Teach made me promise to never again waste my money on another CD unless I run it by him first. The man has saved me a fortune. I now feel good about owning Alison Brown, Sam Bush, and Allison Krause. This week, I get to add a new favorite, Rhonda Vincent. (Teach owns all of her CD’s)
I posted a Bill Gaither video for Music Monday not that long ago and in this video was Rhonda Vincent and the Rage. I just posted it because I thought it was a cute song — I had no clue who Rhonda was – or the Rage. I was more interested in Bill and the comedy aspect of it, than I was them. They did however sound familiar to me, so I decided to do some research. Come to find out, I’d actually seen Rhonda live last year at the Claremore Bluegrass and Chili Festival, I just didn’t remember her name.
Rhonda falls into the excellent category — She’s all over YouTube and has several CD’s available on Amazon. I recently placed an order through Amazon for two of her CD’s.
I remember her singing this song in Claremore last year — we were on our way out (hubs wanted to leave) and this song just stopped me in my tracks. I like her arrangement better than I do Dolly Parton’s. If you enjoy this, look her up on Itunes and see what else she has. You will not be disappointed.
Disclaimer: FCC regulations require full disclosure – no goods or services have been given in exchange for this endorsement of Rhonda Vincent or the The Rage.
Speaking of sailing… Reblogged from Waiting fir the Karma Truck. I like the list.
“You get the idea – one thing at a time, one day at a time and all of a sudden, bam, you’re awesome.” — I’m all for awesome. I really like reading this guy. I’m not sure whether or not I’ve ever shared him with you guys before, so I am today — no matter what your struggle is, stay in today — you can do anything today. Deana
Originally posted on Fit Recovery:
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