I have to say, this experience has really shown me how powerful the mind can be...for the positive or the negative. The 5K was really incredible, but a week after it was over, I felt myself slipping into a funk. I remember telling my dad at one point, "What do I do with myself now?" Still dealing with residual back and neck pain (and that bloody sprained ankle pain that has been relentless), I still wasn't quite ready to strap on some skis to finally give this Utah snow a try. I got pretty down the first two weeks of January. Then I stopped myself. No way I was gonna let myself fall into a depression after everything I've accomplished. I just needed to accomplish more.
No Holds Barred!
I've never been one to necessarily be afraid of doing things. The viking and pirate heritage in me squashed those fears long ago. I'm intrepid by nature. However, I have let expected responsibilities of life get in the way. Expected responsibilities, meaning the things that I was 'supposed' to be doing at my age, that I 'should' be preparing for, that I 'need' for a healthy future.
Screw that.
No more living for an expected future. Time to be present. I've already checked off two of my bucket list items this year (seeing a Sundance Film Festival film, and Arches National Park). I want to hike Mount Timpanogos, camp in the Uintas, attend the Holli Festival, go to lots of Real Salt Lake games, check out Swiss Days, learn how to use my gun, video myself singing and playing guitar/ukulele, take the trolley tour around town, and perhaps the most anticipated for me, participate in the Labor Day sprint triathlon in Bountiful...
The list goes on. I already have tickets reserved for some of these, and planning my trip to Kauai with my sister and niece to hike Na'Pali Coast on August 5--the anniversary of the accident.
Let the adventures begin (or continue, I should say)!
And Run by He Is We
