Thoughts on life, love, and the pursuit of balance.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Oh, the wind is in the canyon, and the redwood sirens wail In their massive lamentations as we swing along the trail, While the purple shadows muster like ambassadors of the night Where the glooming mountain lingers like a phantom on the right.
Oh, we pull across the ridges and salute the lone pine-tree Where it watches like a sentinel above the western sea, And Bolinas waits below us at the finish of the run And we see the water glaring as it fuses with the sun.
Oh, we see the boasting breakers come a-sprawling on the sand, Like some endless game of ten-pins played by Neptune's mighty hand, And the sky is like a vision as the evening star ascends, Like a phoenix from the sunset where the ash of evening blends.
Oh, there's nothing like the tonic of the rolling Dipsea Trail, For we breathe its boundless spirit and the world's distortions pale while we feel the red blood pulsing as it hits a swifter pace Like a wild thing loosed to the circle in the rapture of the race. -The Dipsea Trail, by Waldeman Young
I am not like this. I do not think this way. I am not competitive, I am meditative. I am a lover, not a fighter! And yet, deep within me something has stirred and demanded my attention. I want to run in a competitive race this year. I plan to run in a competitive race this year. I plan on not only living through this, but also enjoying it as a right of passage to a more confident me.
And I think I can do it.
It is all my neighbor's fault. Since She became my neighbor, we discovered our mutual interest in running. She runs regularly and competitively. I wasn't at the time, I was walking/hiking regularly and She inspired me to start running again.
Then She upped the ante and got me to do what I have long shyed away from--running with another person. I have always avoided running with others, always afraid of my ability, of conversation. It dates back to an ill thought out agreement to running with an old friend who ran, literally, circles around me. I have been gun shy ever since.
But I went out on a limb because I really like my neighbor and want to be friends. And I loved it. It was so much easier to run with someone. The time flew by, it was fun, and we got to get to know each other better, I repeat, it was FUN! I could hardly believe.
So when my neighbor invited me to beginning training with Her for the Dipsea run, a big deal run here in my neck of the woods, I surprised myself by going.
I told myself I would just train with Her as a goal, perhaps run the route by myself at the end instead of joining the race.
But the bug has bit me and I am committing. I am unsure if I will get in, lots of people try and its hard to get in, but I will try and run the route in June either way. I want to challenge myself, push myself and see my body respond. I want my family and friends to be proud of me and my abilities. But most especially, I want to set a good example for my daughter. I want to show her what a strong woman is and what a strong woman can do. I want to be that for my daughter. So I'd better get strong!!!
Thank you for inspiring me, my dear over-the-fence friend!
I was raised in a very free-thinking family of great proportions, living a semi-nomadic life between northern and central california, traveling, and often living, in a VW van. I received a BA in Religious Studies and Cultural Anthropology at UCSB, have worked for a wine magazine, and traveled as much as possible. I am now a thirty-three-year-old-mostly-content-stay-at-home-mom living in the Bay Area with my husband, two-year-old daughter, and very energetic Golden Retriever.