I went, I raced, I cheered my team mates on, and I achieved 96%
of the goals I'd set before leaving for Lincoln, Nebraska and
the 2008 Indoor Speed Skating Nationals held at Pershing Center.
Unlike last year, I didn't fall once!
And there was even some bumping going in a few corners when three
or four of us wanted to be in the same spot at once.
Lots of women fell in front of me, and even one behind me,(she
was unconscious for a good 5 minutes), but none of them caused
me to lose my balance.
Thrice, unfortunately, I swung too wide after passing around the
obstacle in my path, and couldn't get my legs working as soon as
I'd wish to get back on the track quicker, but live and learn,
I was on my feet and still racing!
The goal of staying closer to the cones was the one I didn't get
100% of the time, but still, it was a big improvement over last
year.
Nerves played a hand in my 1000m...simply put,I didn't skate to
my potential.
Having diverted my focus from self appointed internal goals, to
an external one, I lost before the gun went off..
Another live and learn moment.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Ready... Set... Go!
He's been sorting.
Sending a few things up to the attic, and many odds and
ends out the back door into the garbage.
His closet has had a once over, with a handful of items
going to the Thrift Store.
But most of his clothes still reside on the various hangers
they call home.
He's even cleaned out, and vacuumed, under his bed!
The haven of who knows what, including used dryer sheets,
and massive experimental dust bunny colonies.
(Is there alien life on a dust bunny ?)
His one carry on bag is packed lightly.
Just encase his Flights TI likes to play "pick'em up put'em
down".
Everything inside is plain, selected with care so nothing he
wears will call attention to himself.
TI's love it when you stand out..
He's spent the last two weeks going out every night with
friends, saying goodbye.
Sometimes to the wee hours.
That was new.
Five hours from now we both move forward into new ways of
living our lives.
Still mother and son, but different.
We are ready.
Sending a few things up to the attic, and many odds and
ends out the back door into the garbage.
His closet has had a once over, with a handful of items
going to the Thrift Store.
But most of his clothes still reside on the various hangers
they call home.
He's even cleaned out, and vacuumed, under his bed!
The haven of who knows what, including used dryer sheets,
and massive experimental dust bunny colonies.
(Is there alien life on a dust bunny ?)
His one carry on bag is packed lightly.
Just encase his Flights TI likes to play "pick'em up put'em
down".
Everything inside is plain, selected with care so nothing he
wears will call attention to himself.
TI's love it when you stand out..
He's spent the last two weeks going out every night with
friends, saying goodbye.
Sometimes to the wee hours.
That was new.
Five hours from now we both move forward into new ways of
living our lives.
Still mother and son, but different.
We are ready.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Passages
Some are easier than others.
They come and go, marked by candles and celebration,
or tears and grief.
But you step into them, ready or not.
My son and I are both ready now. And excited at the
big changes coming into his life.
I am very proud of his decision to join the Air Force,
and that he stayed the course over this past year in
the Delayed Entry Program.
One of our dogs became sick really yesterday while I
was at work.
Racing home after I received the call, he passed
before I got there.
My son on his own accord, gathered shovel, pick and
post hole digger and went out in our backyard to dig
Mr. Tubbs a grave.
And it was a nice one, with squared edges and sides.
Sweating in the afternoon heat, long legs knee deep
in the ground, dirt coloring his ankles, I saw clearly
the man inside the boy.
Our relationship changes even now.
Life is good.
With it's comings and goings.
And I ride the swells life brings to me..
They come and go, marked by candles and celebration,
or tears and grief.
But you step into them, ready or not.
My son and I are both ready now. And excited at the
big changes coming into his life.
I am very proud of his decision to join the Air Force,
and that he stayed the course over this past year in
the Delayed Entry Program.
One of our dogs became sick really yesterday while I
was at work.
Racing home after I received the call, he passed
before I got there.
My son on his own accord, gathered shovel, pick and
post hole digger and went out in our backyard to dig
Mr. Tubbs a grave.
And it was a nice one, with squared edges and sides.
Sweating in the afternoon heat, long legs knee deep
in the ground, dirt coloring his ankles, I saw clearly
the man inside the boy.
Our relationship changes even now.
Life is good.
With it's comings and goings.
And I ride the swells life brings to me..
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Turnabout
What goes down must come up.
I reminded my self of that little saying last week
when I was feeling low.
Didn't work any magic then.
There are the times when words can turn your mind
around, and set you up on a different track.
And there are times when you just have to live in a
uncomfortable place for the time being.
Kicking and screaming doesn't change your situation.
No matter how much energy you put into it.
It was my turn at the bottom of the wheel the past 10
day, and the only way out, was to wait it out.
Not good for me or the people around me, but it's the
way I am wired.
God didn't want this model to be able to hide behind
a false smile, so if I'm feeling it, there it is, in
plan view, for the world to see.
For better or worse.
It can be bad..
There is no hiding behind a social mask.
I don't own one.
Man, there have been so many times when I wished with
all my heart that I could paste a look on..
Often the best I can do to rein things in, is walk away.
How often I have used that tactic...
Well, the good thing is the worst is over.
I have mourned the passing of a way of life, like a
death in the family.
It wasn't pretty, real grief isn't made for TV.
Time to appreciate that life's wheel is always turning,
and for now I'm on the up swing.
I reminded my self of that little saying last week
when I was feeling low.
Didn't work any magic then.
There are the times when words can turn your mind
around, and set you up on a different track.
And there are times when you just have to live in a
uncomfortable place for the time being.
Kicking and screaming doesn't change your situation.
No matter how much energy you put into it.
It was my turn at the bottom of the wheel the past 10
day, and the only way out, was to wait it out.
Not good for me or the people around me, but it's the
way I am wired.
God didn't want this model to be able to hide behind
a false smile, so if I'm feeling it, there it is, in
plan view, for the world to see.
For better or worse.
It can be bad..
There is no hiding behind a social mask.
I don't own one.
Man, there have been so many times when I wished with
all my heart that I could paste a look on..
Often the best I can do to rein things in, is walk away.
How often I have used that tactic...
Well, the good thing is the worst is over.
I have mourned the passing of a way of life, like a
death in the family.
It wasn't pretty, real grief isn't made for TV.
Time to appreciate that life's wheel is always turning,
and for now I'm on the up swing.
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