Dealing with injury - pain - wiped out so much joy from the first half of this year. I had goals, dreams, stupid shit I wanted to chase in the name of my own journey, and it all got shelved when my physical body collapsed. It isn’t - it wasn't - about not being able to race; to be perfectly honest racing is the last piece of triathlon that I care about. I was stripped of the ability to move within my physical body and by extension, to take care of my own well-being (and let the emotional vomiting begin). In injury, I struggled. But coming out of injury, I struggled more. I didn't know how to find my footing again. I felt broken. So I left Colorado, I went on adventure after adventure after adventure, but really, I was escaping, fleeing, searching. Lost.
I think I needed this summer of travel, I recently wrote in a letter, to have the opportunity to look at life differently. To see how my experience could be different, to breathe and explore and try to figure out what was missing from my regularly-scheduled-and-truly-quite-amazing world. I am lucky, I know that. I’m lucky that I have that kind of life that allows me to work anywhere, to get in the truck or on the plane and head north or south or west with my laptop and my bicycle and my bikini and a dozen pairs of running shorts. I was lost, yes. And in ways, all the traveling made it worse before it got better (just like dry needling!). It made me feel as if I needed to leave, to evict myself from my life, in order to find happiness. I found plenty, that is true, but I also finally reached a point on my most recent travels when I realized that perspective follows me everywhere. I am the person that I am, I must be my own adventure, and my happiness or sorrow or fear or anger or joy is not something I can leave behind.
Elizabeth Gilbert said it quite cleanly:
“Listen, we’re not always in control of our fate — and that is a fact. You may be robbed or you may be blessed (or some combination of the two, most likely), but that’s not really the point. The point is: If you feel like you’re constantly being robbed, then you live in a world that’s all about constantly being robbed. And if you feel like you’re constantly being blessed, then you live in a world that’s all about constantly being blessed. What we usually see when we interpret our lives is nothing but ourselves — as the truth gets screened through a thousand-layer filter composed of all our weirdness and wonderfulness.
If we try to see things with the most generous eyes — searching for the truth, yes, but then bestowing upon that truth the brightest and kindest interpretation — we can learn how to perceive a more beautiful world. Do that, and I promise you this: You will get to live in one.”
I want to live in a world where I feel like I am constantly being blessed. I have lived in this world before, but I spent time this year feeling like I was constantly being robbed, and that is what needs to change. If I have learned one thing recently, it is about what I value. In my life, my choices, and in the people that I choose to let surround me. Time and time again, I have been faced with decisions that boil down to a question of integrity. And I have learned that I value integrity in relationships more than any single other quality, and I learned that the hard way, by those fractured by a lack of it. There were times when it was easy to simply step away and there were times when I became trapped by my own inability to give up, but in the end, the result is the same.
It is simple. I want to grow. I never want to be the smartest person in any room; I'd actually prefer to be the dumbest because that is the environment that will stretch me the most, no matter how uncomfortable that room may become. I want to learn from my mistakes, I want to be reminded of my shortcomings, I want to never forget my failures because in forgetting I am guaranteed to repeat. I want people in my life who are similarly-minded, who understand that sometimes decisions need to be made that are difficult, that feel intolerable, impossible; people that value the same strength of character, loyalty, hard work as I do. Integrity. Life is messy. It is never black and white, it is rarely clean, but it is so very honest. Over and over again, I saw this show up in my year. If you wish to wait until everything is perfect to take a step forward, to make the leap of faith, then you are destined to spend your entire life waiting. Never diving, plunging, growing. And goddamn if I will go to my grave with an effigy that translates to, if only. I am not interested in standing still, I am not interested in the past, I am not interested in hearing about who you used to be. I want to hear who you are now, where you are going, what you are building, who you want to be. I have never been more acutely aware than I am right at this moment that we only get one shot at this. One time around. There are no do-overs, we only get this opportunity to be alive, and I refuse to waste time being paralyzed; I want, as Elizabeth said, to learn how to perceive a more beautiful world (with my mouth wide open, natch).
That’s what my year boils down to, I have learned an incredible amount about myself and some of it only in the last few days. What is important to me, where I will not bend. I know that some of my values make me a difficult person to spend time around, although I suppose that is true of every single human walking the planet. I am loud, at this very moment I am dancing in my desk chair and belting out I WISH I COULD SAVE YOU right up there with Kelly Clarkson and it keeps scaring the shit out of my dogs. I am opinionated, a little bit bossy, I hate being wrong although I spend half my life explaining to people how much I still do not know, I talk too much and too fast and sarcasm is my main method of communication. I accidentally offend people on a regular basis especially when I'm feeling uncomfortable, I use WAY too many commas and I can't seem to send less than four text messages at once and if you get your birthday card in the same calendar year as your actual birthday then I consider that a success. I have to swim almost every day (to the chagrin of possibly every coach I have ever had) or I am climbing the walls, my favorite word is fuck and I have horrified far too many mothers with how much I use it, I arrange my running shorts in order of color and take pictures of them, I have absolutely no subtlety. And I am the most stubborn motherfucker on the planet; when I am pissed off I shut down, cold as ice and unyielding and it requires fifty thousand sticks of dynamite to break it through. It takes a lot to get me truly angry and I mean a LOT, but when I am, I know that it feels like standing in the whirl of a hurricane, screaming down the side of the mountain, the parachute that did not open, the face of the fire.
But that is not all of who I am. I have a big heart. Huge, it may actually be a flaw, I never give up on people, my capacity for forgiveness is enormous and I learned that about myself again this year. I want to save everyone: from the world, from pain, from themselves. I am fiercely loyal to the friendships and relationships in my life, I may fail to return your 87 phone calls but when you need help chopping up the body into tiny pieces and distributing it amongst the dumpsters of southern Alabama, I will be on the first fucking flight and will spend the entire time yelling at the pilot to go faster. I might curse like a sailor but in your worst moments, I will still see you with my most generous eyes, I will sit beside you, I will not judge and I will treat you with exquisite gentleness. With grace. I believe in people when they do not believe in themselves, I can see the best deep inside their shell, under the bluster and the cool cat and the bullshit, and I have made an entire career out of excavating the brilliance of an individual, loosely disguised by swim bike run. No one will ever fight harder for you that I will, I will be the captain of your corner and when you try and thank me I will blow it off with a no big deal but that isn't true, it is the biggest fucking deal there is. I am determined, I refuse to accept that the universe will not always bend to my desire, I will throw myself fully and completely off of any passionate ledge, I will remind you that your heart is no good to you in perfect and pristine condition, rip it out and whip it at the sky and let it be used, damaged, stomped on. Because it will heal if you let it, I am living proof of that. It will.
This year, and who ever knew that I would grow into this person. I have loved my journey through sport, but maybe I can find a way to appreciate that my journey has continued on even without it. There was so little triathlon in my life, and for a while, I allowed that to devastate me. To rob me. I raced not at all; I participated a few times, once for a very good reason, but I did not accomplish any of the things on my post-it note of scribbled goals, hopes, ideas. That's how life goes sometimes. Right now, it is October. My favorite month of the year, when the backdrop to my riding changes radically day to day; the nights cool off and the dark beers come back along with the blasting wind, the hoodies come out and I shiver in my running shorts collection until I simply can't take it anymore. There is a sense of change vibrating in the air, there is celebration, there are many birthdays scattered across October, including my own. And this year, I will celebrate. The last few weeks have brought a return to my foolish life accompanied by an overwhelming sense of relief. Selfies, green boxes, puppies, poorly timed out-and-backs because my run is still decoupling in a ridiculous fashion, peppermint creamer in my coffee, bitching on twitter about the 4:45am alarm for masters, the clothes that don't fit and farting from cheese and how fucking good it feels to bend deep, inhale, and pull the bar up off of the ground again.
Back to Elizabeth, who also said, We can see the world as grim or grand. It's up to each of us to decide. This year I do feel older. Hesitant, as I take small steps back into my life, or rather forward into whatever the future will bring, but also cautious of not being paralyzed by fear. And the older I get, the better I understand that perspective is everything about the world I am moving through. It's up to each of us to decide. I choose to see the world as grand. To not play the victim but rather each day to be aware that I am making decisions about how to move through my universe and react to it. Ideally, I would be wiser along with older but I'd hate to claim anything on the internet that is not true, so instead I will say, free. That moment, the best one of my life, when I press off the deck into the air and hang for a fraction of a second before the water envelops me? I am free. This year has set me free.
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