Think back. Way Back. When you do you remember not having a cell phone. Not just the “smart phones” but even a bulky brick and then gasp a flip phone. For me it’s been somewhere between 17 & 20 years that I’ve been carrying around some kind of phone.
I never thought I was tethered to a communication device until my fall last year. Falling and not being heard / found was one of the scariest moments of my life. Right up there with wiping out on my bicycle in 8th grade at the bottom of 9th street right in front of traffic. Scary bad. My phone is my security blanket. I have it in my purse or in my backpack on rides. When I ride or run alone I turn on my eCrumb in case I fall and become immobile.
When my phone took dip in the toilet last week, it had to go into rice jail to dry out. No phone. Email access only. Changing appointments was a challenge and only accomplished by email or texts to my favorites. I had to figure out how to do Road ID’s crumb from my iPad and then of course had to carry more weight on the ride. It all worked out fine, but the silence was interesting. Moreover, the old skills turned back on.
Take Sunday. I had any early appointment. I made sure I was on time. Plenty of time to get coffee and a table. I sat down and nothing. no cell. no iPad. just listening to people and waiting for my appointment. Faith they would show up cause they couldn’t text they would be late. No way for me to tell the next person I would be late at the gym. Just waiting in the moment.
It was old school. Retro. Waiting for your friends to show up and wondering what was taking them so long. People watching & listening to all the clatter without anything to tune it out. Think about it. Even when we people watch with friends, we talk! it is group interaction. As you wait by yourself, you see everything.
So, now that I have my phone back, I am looking forward to the next time I can turn it off.
Stay Curious my friends and go have fun.
I love fall days.
I love the chill in the air first thing.
I love the crunch of the leaves when you are working in the yard.
I really love when it is finally chilly enough to break out my dutch oven to cook carnitas.
note to self. remember to turn the oven all the way on before walking away. otherwise you end up with no mas carnitas
As I’ve completed my second sprint triathlon, I am reminded that we all need bucket lists. We had ours in the basement at the bottom of the stairs. Eldest kept needing the white board for his Broadcast episodes “The more you know”. I would refill in the spaces when he was done, but then the board would come down again. Redo, repeat, redo, repeat, etc.
So as we get older, the list becomes stronger. The questions get harder, more intense.
- What do you really want to do???
- What legacy do you want to leave???
- Did you meet some of those goals you set for yourself!!!????
My answer is yes. I am finally starting to do things I want to and am meeting those goals. Yes!!! I am proud of the legacy we are leaving for our sons. This was forged by my parents and step parents. You can do it!! Strive for the best!! We can’t wait to see you do “_______”.
How lucky is that? 48.5 years old and . . . boom. I finally did my triathlon ( thank you Magnum PI & Tom Selleck). And what’s more. I can’t wait for the next.
So as you think what is your dream. . . Find your space to make it happen.
And. Tell us about it.
Dream big my friends. Achieve your best!!!!
thinking forward to Halloween. Want to break from my norm.
so??? Nurse Chapel or Dianna Troy?
PS to many years since we had a chili feed at the day house. Must plan soon.
My morning road ride got me to thinking, what keeps you going?
As the hill loomed ahead, I was stopped at a safe side of the road resting and catching my wind. Having come down Kenneth, the road was clear but as I rested I could hear the train getting closer to crossing at 159 and Kenneth. As I looked up the long hill, I realized this is going to give me extra needed space on the narrow road. Quick!! time to get back on the bike and start peddling. Push. Don’t stop until the top. You can do it.
My head said I could do it! My legs were doubting my head. My breathing was ready to agree with my legs. My head kept us going. Just a little further. You can do it. and suddenly we were there. Head exploding and legs saying I told you so, but still we were there at the top of that little Kansas hill. As i got off the bike, a jeep passed me on the way down. He looked me straight in the eye and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled and thumbs up back that I was a-okay. yeah!! I made it!! Thumbs up is right! In the distance you could hear the train guards dinging that they were about to go up. That was the end of my break. It was time to get back on the bike and finish my ride.
As i’ve trained these last 12 weeks, I’ve broken down the “I can do it” into small increments. If can run just to the next signpost. I can do this hill and then take a break. I can get to the gym even if it is only for a smaller workout. I know I will feel better after accomplishing my goal. Even if it is that smallest goal of running to the next sign post. I did it. And that means the next goal won’t be so insurmountable that I won’t try.
So then. What keeps you going? What do you want to try next?
the older you get the longer it seems to take to get back into full swing. It doesn’t matter if you are sick, sleep deprived or injured. It takes the amount of time it takes. I do find that my patience for letting my body heal has grown over the years. I am not in such a quick hurry to jump back him.
Let yourself recover and your body will tell you when it’s ready to go full steam again.
After 2 weeks after wipping out. some times you hope there is no way you except to survive but grow stronger. I don’t know how that helps . But some times it is only inproving your run time., grazi. Go tri
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I can certainly attest that Steven has grown so much though the program. We are very proud of the young man that he has become.
Another great picture. Grandma Dernetz. I loved her laugh. I think of her every time I walk by my dress form with all her pins.