Practice Till You Puke

Sage advice given by my dear husband.  Of course, you need a little context.  I really learned how to ride a 10-speed bike when I was in my 30's.  Daunting to learn something many of you have been doing as naturally as walking.  I finally mastered the art of balancing on 2 skinny tires while pedaling, shifting and steering.  But then there was the issue of drinking while riding with a group on longer rides.  Taking one hand off the handle bars and reaching down the bike frame for my water bottle was super challenging for me.  As I whined about this to my husband, he said that I needed to keep practicing that action until I puked.  He did not mean literally that I should puke but that through repetition I would master that skill.  I still remind myself to "practice till I puke" because to become proficient at a new skill, it sometimes takes time and practice. 

Smiles and Flirts

 Classic pre-run layout!  Thank you Colleen for selecting the Flirt Skirt to complete your running ensemble. 

 



 

Colleen always looks adorable and has the hugest smile at running events.  She is always training and registered for different running events.  Yet manages to find time for her profession as a teacher.

 I love her energy and passion. 

 

 

and who could not enjoy themselves in sunny Sedona. 

Surf Dreams

I first discovered this book by William Finnegan because of an excerpt that was published in New Yorker magazine.  He is a writer for the magazine and an avid surfer.  The story in the magazine focused on his life in the tough public school system and surfing in Honolulu.  I am a product of the Hawaii public school system as well and really got what he was saying.  Years later as an adult he returned to Hawaii and lived to surf at Honolua Bay and lived in Lahaina.  My old stomping grounds so of course I needed to read about that. 

The book is about surfing yes.  But what struck me was the extreme intelligence and the intellectual way he wrote about surfing.  Even if you have no background in surfing, you can't help but be fascinated by the details of his storytelling. 

I'm a surfer wannabe and someday I'm going to find my inner surfer. 

 

Sometimes We Fall

Skiing off-piste or away from groomed runs is my winter time passion.  I've been skiing for 33 years and have acquired a level of confidence with skiing the entire mountain at a ski resort.  But sometimes that confidence gets challenged.

I was enjoying a beautiful morning on the slopes of Crystal Mountain, WA with my regular ski buddy.  We were on one of my favorite runs which has spots that are steep, narrow and through the trees.  But there was plenty of snow, the sun was out and I was skiing carefully and slowly.  Well, I hit an ice block which knocked one ski off.  I am standing at the start of what looks like the steepest run ever desperately clinging the loose ski in my hand.  By now all former confidence has departed and I am trying to keep calm and carry on.

It took a long time and a lot of self-talking before I finally got my ski back on.  The first few turns were very shaky and I reverted back to my bad habits of sitting back and generally using the "fear" stance.  I did finally get my skiing legs back and made it to the bottom comfortably.

While shaking in my ski boots, I saw an analogy to life itself.  Sometimes we get shaken up but we must remember that we have the skills and knowledge, and believe in ourselves to get back on track.