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perspective September 17, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 9:53 am

A year ago this month I broke my foot rushing out the front door of a treehouse in Oregon. Having never really been forced to stop before, I thought my life was over as I knew it. Cue backwards hand on forehead and a litany of “woe as meees.” My mother will happily vouch for my pitiful behavior.

This picture was taken about a week after the step attacked me. I remember thinking, “It looks SO much better! It must be healing!” I did not yet know there was going to be an intimate relationship with a boot in my future.

Merry Christmas I got you a Robo Leg!

But. I’m happy to report my life did not, in fact, end and here I am a year later movin’ and shufflin’ better than ever. I’m even training to run a Tough Mudder in October (12 miles + 20-some military obstacles including – but not limited to – electric wires, 12 foot walls, fire pits and something called the Arctic Enema. Hm).

Perspective is freakin’ amazing. I *knew* I was not down for the count, but damn if it doesn’t feel like that when something like walking is taken away from you. I was an inconsolable whiny mess with zero patience: Reminder Here.

There is no grand life philosophy in this post. I just wanted to write my thoughts out on e-paper to work through my “wow, it’s been a whole year” realization. Time is Neosporin and hindsight is so telling and powerful it’s a wonder we don’t move forward in life walking backward to keep an eye on things. Of course then we might fall out of treehouse and break something. And that would be bad.


mile high city September 6, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 11:27 am

Last month I traveled with Knitiot to the Mile High City of Denver with a lofty goal to run in a Warrior Dash on Copper Mountain – a soaring 10,000 feet in the sky.  For those of you that are elevationally challenged, that is 8,000 feet higher than Blacksburg, VA.

It was a wild ride of a vacation. For details please see “Oops.”

People compare the Appalachian Mountains to the Rocky Mountains all the time it seems. If mountains could flex, snarl and throw out hairy eyeballs, then I’m certain these two ranges would. The east feels inadequate to the west’s height (and skiing) and the west is perhaps slightly envious of the east’s moisture and rolling blanket o’ green. Whatever. Neither is better, they’re just different. And like curly vs. straight, we all think what we don’t have is better than what we do.

Personally, because I know you’re dying to know, I judge the two more in regards to clientele. Sure, we *can* be outdoorsy over here, but it takes a little nudge, a little convincing, a little effort; a little working through nerves, emotional handicaps or, really, a little challenging of the excuses (time, money, in-grown toenails) that so easily spit from our lips.

But hobbies of the mountain biking, hiking, camping, kayaking, skiing, etc. kind are a given with everyone you meet out yonder. They are ready with a “Sure! Let’s go!” instead of a “Well. Um. What’s the weather gonna be like this weekend?”

So I came down from the mountain high feeling a little low, wishing I was returning to a land where I could easily get high with my Appalachian friends. Tee hee. I’ve always been the “Sure, let’s go!” girl. But now more than ever I want to nudge you in all the right places and passionately disregard all your excuses. It’ll be fun, I promise. And, besides, getting a little dirty just makes the shower feel better.