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Showing posts with label kristin mcqueen. Show all posts

Display all your weakness, so that in your weakness you are made strong, and your bitterness is replaced with grace.

"Display all your weakness, so that in your weakness you are made strong, and your bitterness is replaced with grace." Live Free (@LiveFree100)

5 days till race day, and this pops up in my feed.  As much as I've espoused the evils of social media, I gots to admit: I find a good use for it at times. 

This is one of them.

I don't know if you've ever heard of Rajesh Durbal, but he is such an inspiration to me.   He swims at my Y, and when I was a regular I used to see him at the pool. He is a beautiful person. His smile lights up a room. He's a super-fit athlete.

He is a triple amputee.

Like my hero Kristin McQueen, who has survived multiple brain surgeries and cancer and all kinds of crazy complications, he knows his share of physical, mental, and emotional grief. Whenever I feel a little sadness coming on, I try to think of the two of them.

These individuals have struggled with true losses in life, have overcome true adversity and despair. Not just the normal "hard things" we all go through - like divorces, stress fractures, headaches, repossessions and bankruptcies and custody battles - which are all hard, of course - but these two deal with all of that normal "hard stuff" PLUS being physically limited, and mentally restrained because of it.

Yet they're out there.  Every day. Training. Being fit. Loving life.  Raj is very vocal about his life, and his struggles. This is his way of fighting/giving back.

I have made no bones about the fact that I have many weaknesses. There are many things I'd like to do better, about many things in life I'd like to handle better. (See my 40 Good Things post: I'm socially awkward sometimes and I'd like to be a little less self-deprecating with my humor.)  And it is no secret that I've gone through some of the worst things I ever imagined, and spent a lot of time being rather bitter about them.

Raj's post tonight resonated with me because I've had those moments of bitterness. I read his post tonight and it affirmed, more than ever, that I have so far to go. But it also reminded me of how much good is left in the human spirit, and truthfully, that's something I need a reminder of from time to time.

This blog is as much spiritual as it is physical. Sure, there's ego. There's I wants me a PR, dammit! and there's I don't wants no injuries! But there's also life lessons learned through training and racing.

I was talking to my dad tonight about race day weather, and how one of those life lessons is that things aren't always going to go your way. The rain may come. The money may run out. Someone you trusted may deceive you.

What stays the same? Out of all those horrible, difficult things - what remains intact?

Just like on race day? The way you react to them.

That's what Raj meant. He is not out there belittling himself, or talking about how bad life is. Instead, he is sharing with people how beautiful things can be, no matter how difficult they are.

I have a long way to go - that's true. And, if I've displayed my weaknesses, I can only hope that they will make me stronger, and my bitterness will be replaced with grace.

And now, in case I got too serious fo' yo' ass, here's some Grumpy Cat holiday greetings.  This is his real face.  Check him out on Tumblr, etc (Tard the Grumpy Cat).

Ho, ho, ho.

This Is a Blog About Nothing.

When the hit show "Seinfeld" first came out, a lot of people asked the creators what the show was all about it.  Famously, Jerry Seinfeld told them, "Nothing! It's a show about nothing!"
What does that mean?!!?!

The show followed its cast of zany characters around New York with no real recurring plot line.  Every episode was like a snapshot of their daily lives.  You could (and can still) tune in without knowing what happened the episode the week, day or month prior.

I like for my blog to be the same way.

There's another reason I brought up NOTHING.

In my dreams, I am a tattooed, badass, mega-charity-supporting Ironman like Kristin McQueen, who trains in spit of my multiple illnesses, battles through my equilibrium challenges, sports my "MAking Cancer My Bitch" sign at marathons and Iron-distance races, and takes setbacks in stride because I have learned to make the best of, among many things, my overwhelming non-thyroid-having fatigue.  McQueen writes, "To me a survivor embraces what is in front of them with their entire being. That means feeling all the good and bad because we’re not human if we ignore the bad. However, that does not mean dwelling on the negative. My pity parties are not allowed to last more than one day. A survivor just accepts the added challenges and finds a way to do what they love despite them. It’s about not letting the disease invade your spirit . . . . Taking charge of your life is being a survivor." 

Or, I am a tattooed, badass, pint-sized, former-hockey-playing triathlon phenom like Heather Jackson, who came from a world where men dominated but was just too fiercely determined to not skate her socks off and beat them. Jackson, with her infectious grin and in-your-face New England pride, recently made her foray into triathlon and has been placing top 5 alongside seasoned pros now for about 3 seasons despite her lack of swimming or running background like most top female triathletes.

Apparently, in my dreams, I'm a tattooed badass.  (Does that mean I need more tattoos or more ass?!)

Seriously, though.   The recurring theme is that both of these women are atypical athletes, and instead of bemoaning it, they've both chosen to embrace it.

I could use a dose of their chutzpah this week.  I'm just having one of those weeks where I don't want to do ANYTHING.

NOTHING.

I don't want to swim, bike, or run.  I don't want to do yoga, soccer, pilates or weightlifting.  I want to do

NOTHING.

Last night was the worst.  I didn't think I felt too bad - I just didn't want to have anywhere to be.  I wanted to sit home on the couch sipping vino.

So I did what any good, non-motivated, sluggish athlete would do.

I dragged myself to Masters.


I swim Masters with all men.  It's really frustrating because they're so much faster and taller.  Add that to my general malaise and disorganization in the water and it's a recipe for an emo shitstorm.

Last night, after they all whipped my ass, and Coach made us do 400 back drills followed by 400 breaststroke drills, I almost cried.

I know, I know.

THERE'S NO CRYING IN SWIMMING

A lot of people tell me they have vertigo, or have had vertigo, or they know what it's like being dizzy.  I have it almost all the time, so I don't really know what it's like NOT to be dizzy.  But the only time I really notice it is in the water.  I'm sure there's lots of scientific evidence about why, so I'll let the research nerds among us look that up, but even on a great day on land, the water throws me for a loop.  But

I

EFFING

SUCK

AT

BACKSTROKE

I can pull a mean butterfly out of my you-know-what for maybe 50 yards and I love the way fly looks now that I can sort of do it. I am worse at breast because I can't do the legs right, and I will tell you I hate it for that reason, but backstroke really jacks with my vertigo.  I can't backstroke straight.  By 25 yards I don't know what country I'm in, and I get sick of shoving the lane lines away vehemently.  I've even almost puked in the water.

This morning, I got to thinking about what would HJ or McQueen do?

I'm sure they wouldn't do NOTHING.

I read HJ's race report about Vineman.  And I read one of McQueen's articles about being a survivor. And they reminded me of a few things:

It's ok to have a bad day . . .  as long as it's just a day and not your entire outlook/training plan/week. 
Looking back over a few years of progress can give you good perspective about where you currently are.
Wine can sometimes be an acceptable recovery drink.

 
Ok, so maybe I made the last one up :)

I had myself a nice "nothing" morning before work.  I swept, I blogged.  Things I don't normally do in the morning.  They'd make me crazy if I had them all the time, but sometimes a "nothing" morning is nice.
Happy Winesday.  Er, Wednesday.

Read this. Do it NOW.

Today is Kristin McQueen’s birthday.  She turns 33.
This year, I turn 33.
Kristin does marathons. 
I do marathons.
Kristin does Ironman.
Well, I’ve trained for Ironman. (LOL)

Here’s the part where the similarities become REALLY weird: Kristin has thyroid cancer.  JUST LIKE ME.

Just like me, Kristin has faced many issues outside her thyroid cancer.  She’s even had like 7 or 8 surgeries now.  But she has raised over $100,000 for the American Cancer Society.

She is my HERO. 

And she is one of the few people I know who is one of us crazy athletic people AND a survivor of the same kind of cancer as me.  I read this and felt 1)a little less alone in the world and 2)completely inspired.  If she’s had multiple brain surgeries and still did Ironman, I don’t think anyone can say they have an excuse.

More than that, her story exemplifies a problem faced by many cancer patients. As it says at http://www.giveforward.com/mcqueen: “When your salary makes you ineligible for financial assistance programs, but you don't get to work to actually take home your salary… what do you do?”

Set up that website, said her friends.

I will be helping.

She.  Is.  Amazing.