When something bad happens, you have three choices: let it define you, let it destroy you, or let it strengthen you.
The heart of the difference is not ability or even talent, but desire
The secret of life is that there is no secret of life. It's all hard work. Yet you still have to find the right works and be free to choose direction that is best for you.
The purpose of life is to discover and develop your gift. The meaning of life comes from sharing your gift with others. - David Viscott
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
I am so proud of myself today. I went to the track! I haven't been to the track since last June, what makes it a year. I promised myself a way too many times this season to get my ass there, but I never did. Today I had a dentist appointment at 7am, and what do you think - I made it to the track before that! My best strategy has always been giving myself a lee-way out. I'll just jog over there. I am here, now I'll just jog around a track once. Now I'll just make one lap without a bottle and see how it goes, and as long as it is under (whatever not a small number) time, I am fine. Well, I did it 3 more times, and all times were 9 seconds under "allowed". That was good. That was same as when I did it last year, granted, last year it was 3 months before May. But, whatever. I am awake...
I even made it to the gym last week and this week for a super-heavy workout. Another one after a long break...over a month I haven't squeezed a dumbbell. I was so sore last week, I was hobbling for 2 days in a row! But today, after Monday's attack, I am feeling well. Heck, I even made it to the track! :)
I was feeling perky on Saturday run, somewhat medium distance, much perkier than the previous 3 days. And on Sunday...oh, on Sunday Gail and I went to the Gorge, and instead of "prepared plan for miles" we wandered...trails I haven't been to since last summer. The snow is gone on most of them, we'd just get on a trail "to check it out", go for as long as it's clear (or until we come upon a washed out bridge with raging water flowing) - and turn around. We wandered so long, I put 1.5 hrs extra of what I thought I would. It was awesome, just the core of why we do it - no certain ideas what's next, drinking water from the creeks and sharing food. And yes, of course, talking...
You loose some, you win some. Life's circle. Oleg's Father died last week. It was a long fight and the end was expected - in fact, Oleg was there for 2 weeks, but it is never easy. Stephen took it pretty hard. This Grandpa was a fun Grandpa. He'll be remembered as such...On Saturday Stephen won a boxing fight. He hasn't had a match in 7 months due to all this weight-age-bouts thing, and even this time in Eugene it might have not happen - the other kid was 10 lbs heavier. But we begged, and ate some more and drunk water to put an extra pound (have I mentioned Stephen had 5 teeth pulled out that week?)...and he faced "the music". My knees were buckling under me watching it - I was so nervous. After the first round it was scary Stephen may loose. But he is my kid. You know, the "second half runner". He got himself together and attacked - and every punch was delivered to the destination. It was crazy. It was practically professional. With all the rural folks who came over for entertainment to watch it and screaming "Go, Stephen, go, blue!" - my God, "crewing" is so demanding...and so rewarding. I am so proud of him. So, so much...
MacDonald Forest 50k this weekend...another early start. You win a little, loose a bit. I am ok with an early start. I like to finish when there still lots of food left:) You pick your battles. I picked mine.