You heard me: 103 miles.
She didn't make it.
I know she cares, but I don't.
She swam in shark and jellyfish infested waters for over 51 hrs, no wetsuit.
Oh, and did I mention tomorrow is her 63rd birthday?
|Diana, swimming through her second night in shark and jelly-filled waters.|
|Me, a few summers ago,|
trying out my new wetsuit
I have to remind myself that it is an accomplishment. That merely two summers ago, I was fearful of the unknown -- of even stepping in.
And that I barely finished my first 5K.
Honestly, a 5K is easy for me now. A no-brainer. I do them -- or close -- on my own (with Pod friends) recreationally now, all the time.
But there's a big difference between a 5K and 5 miles (er, 2 miles, to be almost exact).
Still, absent some unforseen circumstance (weather, cramps, bites (um)) I have no doubt I will make it.
In fact, I'm both excited and already feeling like it's not enough.
And, yes, I know that last sentence might be a bit skewed, but it is me. It is how I feel.
|Me, this summer in mynon-wetsuit longsuit|
It's the voice that pushes me to try new things and do more.
Do I want (need) to swim 103 miles? No, of course not (well, not yet ;)), but I do want to keep pushing myself. I don't want to become complacent.
And I do want to be brave.
And bravery hasn't always been my strongsuit.
So, thank god for Diana.
She's a personal hero.
She's a constant source of inspiration.
She's proof that age is just a number; that you can always
dream big and do more.
*not sure of exact mileage. Will amend when I find out. It's over 50... I think close to 55.