Long over due... Our episode on chaos did evenutally come together. However, there is a place or two the volume is really quiet. We do hope you enjoy a quick look into our chaotic lives. It's funny how there was so much chaos in the way of the making of this video.
Thank you Terese (director) for all the hard work.
We love to hear from you! Is there anything you'd like to know about what training is like for a blind althete? Any comments or questions please email rmavery@primus.ca
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Sunday, April 15, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Some days...
Some days you just have to write. Some days the words need to free themselves and you are nothing more than an instrument of action. Some days are filled with potential, ringing true with hope and ... whats this? Pride? Or possibility the potential of pride? Who knows... Some days you feel like the run needs to move you, free you from what was your past and move you into the future of the you you long to be... If you know what I mean...
Some days tears need to fall, memories need confronting and the concern of future good byes might silence the now temporarily. Some days all the butterflies wings freeze in time and all there is, or all there seems to be is the movement of the steam from my coffee. Some days I love you more than I thought I could. Some days I realise it's me that needs to claim that love and to be okay with this moment in time. Because in truth this moment is the only moment.
Some days the swim is the best part, because no one can tell you are crying in the water. Stroke, stroke stroke breathe... Or gasp and sputter. Either way it gets the air in. And with each release of the negative... the hope that even if cancer has imprinted on that distant figure I have called my father for a life time... That I am still here in this moment... moving this arm over my head. propelling me forward. This moment is all there is. Movement and change are the only truths.
For so many reasons I challenge myself everyday. For so many reasons I give up a little piece of the me that I thought I was and move constantly into that space of unknown... to find out who I can be.
Weekly (or weakly?) I scream into the abyss "who I am?" .... The only answer I've gotten so far is....
"... In which moment?"
Peace to you in running... Peace to you in general.
Some days tears need to fall, memories need confronting and the concern of future good byes might silence the now temporarily. Some days all the butterflies wings freeze in time and all there is, or all there seems to be is the movement of the steam from my coffee. Some days I love you more than I thought I could. Some days I realise it's me that needs to claim that love and to be okay with this moment in time. Because in truth this moment is the only moment.
Some days the swim is the best part, because no one can tell you are crying in the water. Stroke, stroke stroke breathe... Or gasp and sputter. Either way it gets the air in. And with each release of the negative... the hope that even if cancer has imprinted on that distant figure I have called my father for a life time... That I am still here in this moment... moving this arm over my head. propelling me forward. This moment is all there is. Movement and change are the only truths.
For so many reasons I challenge myself everyday. For so many reasons I give up a little piece of the me that I thought I was and move constantly into that space of unknown... to find out who I can be.
Weekly (or weakly?) I scream into the abyss "who I am?" .... The only answer I've gotten so far is....
"... In which moment?"
Peace to you in running... Peace to you in general.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
A solo lesson learned...
Stubbornness is so problematic... And it eats away at you. It masks fear and rearranges logic. It's the voice in you're head that denies reality just for that pertinent moment of decision making. It stops you from looking both ways before crossing the street because you didn't hear anything coming. It sends you on that last lap around the track when you know dam well you're done and now risking injury. It's the motivator for greatness 2% of the time. It's your date with destiny the other 98%.
Stubbornness and I have a grand long winded history. We've seen each other through the most dire moments of weakness and pain. We've carried the torch together through road blocks and past failure. I owe a great deal to it. I have friends that call me a 'high-maintenance' blind girl, because I can't stand to pass up on things. But yesterday stubbornness and I switched roles. Usually (pardon the language) she's my bitch, yesterday - she put me back in my place. She reminded me just how mortal (and dumbassed) I am.
My 7km trail run, solo guilt inspired because I passed on hills in the rain; turned quickly into a 5km trail run. The above tree greeted me ever so gracefully with a not so gentle tap on the head. It reminded me of the kick in the pants that karma gives you when you know you deserve it. Ego bruised, I retreated home. Now fully embracing my new founded reality of life, liberty and the need of guide runners. More importantly the need to ask for help and not be so stubborn all the time.
Stubbornness can carry you only so far, love takes you the last dash. Stubbornness can breed isolation. Nearly 33 years into this life and I'm still learning the value of community and shared spirit. Peace to you in your running. Share it with someone you love and bring a smile to their lives too.
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