It's that time of the decade again...

It's been 10 years, so it's time for me to run another marathon!

I did my first marathon in 2003 because my doctor told me to get some exercise. I had just turned 40 and thought it would be pretty cool to be "that old" and do a marathon. And then I ended up pairing with a 65-year-old man* for training. Took the wind right out of my sails, I tell you what! ;-)

But, we spent six months training together every Sunday (almost), and we got healthier and faster, but we were still training at a very slow pace, 17 min/mile. When we ran the race in Baltimore, they let us start 30 minutes before the rest of the race because they knew we, and several other charity runners (meaning we were raising money for charity, NOT that they were letting us run as a charity thing!), were so slow we might not make it the whole way before they had to roll the streets back up. We made it to the half-marathon mark (13.1 miles) with less than a 14 minute mile, which was fantastic, and we felt great! But miles 17 & 18 were straight uphill, and my running partner's knee started bothering him, so we ended up walking a lot and it slowed us down.

But, we kept going... Step, step, jogjog, step... aaaand repeat! When we ran through Camden Yards on Eutaw Street, we were thrilled to see REAL bathrooms and to realize that we had made it to 26 miles! We only had .2 miles left! So we dowsed ourselves in the sinks and I finger-combed my hair (he didn't have any), then we joyously jogged the last .2 miles to the finish line! AND WE DID IT! It took us 7 hours and 26 minutes, but... WE FINISHED!

And I made myself a promise: I would keep training and get faster, so that I could do another marathon when I turned 50. My dream was the Marine Corps Marathon, which I wasn't able to do in 2003 because I was too slow.

So guess what? 

I turned 50 in March, and now I am participating in the 2013 Marine Corps Marathon. Yay!

The MCM sold out of registrations in record time again this year, so I've decided to raise funds and awareness for Fisher House Foundationin exchange for a bib and a lot of good feeling. I've always been a fan of Fisher House because they provide "a home away from home," a warm and welcoming place where families can stay and support their loved ones at no cost while the patient receives specialized medical care at a military or VA medical center. These homes allow families to be together to focus on what's most important - the healing process.

SO - please go make a contribution to Fisher House through my donation page to support me and to  say "thanks" and provide support to the members of our military and their families.  If you would like to donate by check, please contact me directly through Facebook messaging or in a comment below. 

Thank you for your support!

http://www.teamfisherhouse.org/goto/DRSmith

Donate with Confidence - Fisher House has received a 4-star rating from Charity Navigator 9 years in a row!

*p.s. My running partner for the Baltimore Marathon turned out to be Nora Roberts' brother. Now, isn't that weird?

My Baseball Journey

As you know, I grew up in Hong Kong. That means, among other things, that I did not grow up with baseball as a ubiquitous part of my life like most American kids. My parents are from Georgia so I did grow up hearing about baseball – it was “Braves, Braves, Braves” all the time which led to me really detesting the Braves – but baseball was just not something that I cared about.

I came back to the States permanently when I went to college, and I think the first baseball game I went to was a Nashville Sounds game. It was raining like crazy, so about seven of us huddled together under a tarp behind home plate with the beer guy on one side and the hot dog guy on the other. We drank a “perfect game” (a beer an inning) so I don’t remember much else, but I did learn that actually GOING to a baseball game could be a lot of fun! So, I went to a few more baseball games over the years, and enjoyed actually being there even if I didn’t really understand what was going on. But watching baseball on TV? Um, no. Boooooring!

Fast forward a few years (decades), the Nationals moved to DC and I named myself a Nationals fan because I'm a DC girl, but especially when I found out they were in the same division as the Braves. Yay! I can cheer against the Braves!

My Nationals started off well, but then seemed to live in the “cellar” (the bottom of the ranks) for the next few years.  I went to the very first game the Nationals played in DC, at RFK Stadium, with M & G, M’s parents, CaptAnne, and another great friend, Snuggie. It was the last pre-season game and Mayor Anthony Williams threw out the first ball, instead of the first “real” game with G.W. Bush throwing out the first ball, but I thought it was better and more important anyway, because it was the FIRST GAME IN DC!!!  It was a cold, rainy day in April, so I bought a hooded sweatshirt. I got back to the seat and explained that I had to get one with a hood to keep my head warm, and Snuggie goggled at me and said, “You do realize you are also wearing a zip hoodie and a windbreaker – both of which have hoods!” *facepalm* Doh!

Anyway – over the years, I went to a couple of games here and there, usually with people who wanted to see the other team, but we had fun! I still didn’t "get" the game, but I enjoyed having a beer and a hot dog, and sitting in the sun and cheering on a team. The Nationals moved from RFK to the brand new Nationals Park in the Navy Yard. I had been to Camden Yards in Baltimore, so I knew how gorgeous a baseball park could be, but I really liked this one! 

The first time I went to the new park was when my company gave us a half-day off and tickets to an afternoon game. We were sitting in the nosebleed seats, but you could see everything and it all seemed so close! I walked all the way around the stadium… er, park, and thought it was great. And the VIEW! You could see all the way to the Capitol! Well, wait, except for that building being built DIRECTLY in the way. OH well, best laid plans and all that, I guess.

Back in 2008, I was officially a “Nats fan” but I really wasn’t making much of an effort to go to games, and I still really hated watching them on TV. Then I met a guy nicknamed “Red Sox Mike” because he always wears a Red Sox hat. We became fast friends and trivia partners, but he could not understand how I could not love baseball.

So I gave him a challenge: explain to me how watching baseball is better than watching grass grow.  And he did a dang good job!

The Red Sox were in the playoffs that year, so we sat at the bar and he told me about the different pitches and why a batter would swing or not and how baseball is the only game that gives the defense the ball – and of course, the infield fly rule. I learned a lot – and suddenly it all made sense! It was more interesting and enjoyable because I knew what they were doing! And I loved how you didn’t have to be a ginormous freak of nature to be a great player. Dustin Pedroia, for example. He is a little guy but is SUCH a big hitter. That was the year he was named MVP and he became my new favorite player. 

Exactly how Dustin Pedroia seems! (From Brent Mayne's blog, see link above)

(The next year, I saw a show about Dusty being MVP and they had all of these life-size cut-outs of previous MVPs and the camera panned their faces - left, left, left and… down to Pedroia. It was hilarious!)

So, armed with my new knowledge, I started making an effort to support my Nats a little more. Sadly, Mike moved back to New Hampshire shortly after our lessons so he has not been able to enjoy my new-found baseball fan-itude, but the last few seasons I’ve gotten the five-game package: four reserved games and then vouchers for another game, and the price is about 70% of the single-game ticket price. I started sitting in the “Outfield Reserved” which was fun, but I switched this year to the Center Field seats under the Red Porch because I wanted to be able to watch the President’s Race. (I can hear true baseball fans groaning because I obviously don’t know anything about watching baseball!) But those seats are awesome! You can see everything, you’re sitting right behind Bryce Harper (this year), and they have seat service! Also, the bathroom at the restaurant is much nicer than the other ones in the park. (Priorities!) 

The view from Section 100

Boys

The Nationals had been building up a team of young up-and-comers, and this year those players showed why Davey Johnson should get coach of the year. We had Strasburg, the pitching phenom, and Jayson Werth, the former Phillies guy with a big contract and bigger beard, who took Bryce Harper, the young brash Mormon boy, and showed him how to play in “The Bigs.” Something just clicked this year, and the Nationals ended up with the best record in the MLB! 

I had gotten my five-game package deal again, and started off with the last pre-season game against the Red Sox with my friend, Richard, who is another huge Red Sox fan but also a Nationals fan. We both showed up with Red Sox t-shirts and Nationals hats. It was a great game, and I honestly can’t remember who won! Didn’t matter, it was pre-season and it was just a fun game. 

In addition, I got tickets for the Phillies game in May which was billed as the “Take Back the Park” game because Phillies fans had dominated our park in previous seasons. The tickets were half-price so I got four of them after checking with everybody that they could come.  But, a few weeks before the game, two of my friends had to back out. We were still going to go, but then my other friend backed out. I had some other friends, but then they backed out too! My Orioles fan friend R said she’d go with me, but then… My friend Binky texted me the night before that she had free tickets to the Capitals (hockey) playoff game at the same time! So, after all that frustration, *I* backed out! LOL  (Caps AND Nationals won, btw, and metro was a NIGHTMARE!)

I took R to the Orioles game, Kay to the Yankees game, and my sister, CSC, to the Braves game. And then another Braves game. And the San Francisco Giants “throw-back” game. And then there was that day when I had had the worst week ever – and it was only Wednesday! So I went to the last Braves game at the park by myself. And had a GREAT TIME!  Even funnier was that I started watching every game on TV. I even started watching the Orioles with R! It was a great summer and I loved being able to spend so much time with my sister.

(Yes, when my sister and I have “girls’ day out” it’s generally to a sporting event. Although one time we did spend the morning at the cherry blossoms in the Tidal Basin… before going to a baseball game.)

Of course, you can't see the Red Sox t-shirt I have on...

And the Nationals started doing the highly improbable – they started leading the league! They had never had a winning season in the six years leading up to 2012, although they came REAL close in 2011, and suddenly, they made it to the Playoffs! They clinched the division! Wooohoooo! 

As the season was wrapping up, I remembered that I still had those vouchers. You had to actually go to the Box Office to redeem them, so I had completely forgotten about them – even though I had gone to many more games than my initial four games. So, it’s the week before the last three games of the season, at home, and I asked my boss if I could take a half-day on Wednesday. No questions, he just said “Sure!” So, I took my voucher in and got a ticket to the last game of the season. I had already tried to get post-season tickets with no luck, so I figured that would just have to be my last game. 

And WHAT a game! Teddy finally won the President’s Race, and then Ryan Zimmerman dinged one out of the park (at my command), followed by Michael Morse batting in Adam La Roche. Then Harper came in to pinch-run for Zim after the seventh inning stretch when Morse was back up to bat so the entire park was singing “Take On Me” at the top of their lungs. The crowd went nuts! It was kind of a continual standing ovation through the rest of the game, which we won of course. The game ended at around 4pm, but people didn’t start leaving the park until almost 5pm. The team came out and cheered at the crowd and the crowd cheered back. It was a mutual love-fest, and it was such a blast!

Teddy wins!

BTW, when I had changed into my Nationals shirt at the office, my boss looked at me and said, “You’re going to the game?!? I thought you had a doctor’s appointment!” I thought, “Yes, Dr. Werth, Dr. Harper, and Dr. Zimmerman!”  Just what the doctor ordered! ;-)

As NL East division champions, the Nats got a few days off, and then had to play away against whichever team won the wildcard game. The St. Louis Cardinals beat the Braves (yay!) in the wildcard game, so the Nats went to St. Louis for two days. They lost the first game, then won the second game and came back to play in DC. 

I had purchased the five-game package so I must have been considered an “insider” to the Nats, because I got the special super-secret password to try to order tickets online in advance. When the Nats came back to DC, they started pre-selling tickets for the Championship series (assuming the Nats won the divisional series). By the time I got through there weren’t any seats left for that, but when you cancelled the search, it went to a page that allowed you to buy standing-room only tickets to the NLDS. So I bought standing-room only tickets to games four and five of the series. When the Nats lost game three (by being pummeled severely about the face and neck), I was distraught, but hopeful that they would come back and win game four and force the fifth game.

And they did!

It was a taut, tense game but Jayson Werth’s walk-off home run in the bottom of the ninth was a thing of beauty! I went by myself again and was standing behind Section 135 with a dad and his son, chatting with the person standing at the top of the aisle with a paddle to stop people from going in when the ball is in play. We had some outstanding pitching and we were tied going into the ninth inning. Someone got up and left after Drew Storen had struck out the Cards, so the paddle guy offered me their seat. I declined, saying, “Thanks, but … we only need one, right?”  After 13 pitches, I heard that distinctive pock! of bat hitting ball at just that right place, and it was…. OUTTA HERE! We just needed the one! I hugged the dad and son, the paddle guy, the four people standing next to us, and I high-fived half the stadium, screaming like a banshee all the while. And I was definitely NOT alone!

I took the metro back to Cleveland Park and the elevator doors were shutting to go up to street level when I heard a shout. I opened the doors again and my friend Connie burst in. As soon as the doors shut again, we screamed, hugged, and jumped up and down yelling “We won, we won, we won!” I’d love to see the face of the guy reviewing that security footage! Hahaha!

Jayson Werth

Obviously, Connie had been at the game as well, so we continued to Atomic and proceeded to rehash the whole thing, while watching the Orioles dismantle the Yankees (and the VP candidates debate). I cheered along with my Orioles friends and we all talked about the possibility of an Orioles/Nationals World Series. It was actually possible! All we had to do is win Game 5 of our respective serieseseses and then win the Championship series too! Nooooo problem! :-)

But wait. The Yankees and the Cardinals had something to say about that… and sadly, our season is over. (As is the Orioles’.)  But what a season! Somewhat appropriately, I went to the last game with Richard, but this time we both wore Nationals gear from head to toe. We had standing-room only tickets but he had some friends who had two seats available so we were able to sit in the second tier for the last half of the game. It was a great game until the top of the ninth inning. The score was 7-5 Nationals, two outs and two strikes. All we need was one strike and we were going to the Championship series. But sadly, this time we couldn’t get it done. Somehow, the Cards pulled out four runs before the end of their at-bat and then our bats stayed still.

The metro ride home was subdued, except for the obnoxious kid behind us who had to hear his own voice bemoaning his fate that made him a Nationals fan and doom doom doom (I hate people who think it’s all about them… when it’s obviously all about me!). Richard kept looking forward 115 days to when pitchers and catchers sign-in for training in 2013. And I just stayed quiet. Which is very unusual for me. (HA!)

And I started thinking about my baseball journey. Just a few years ago, I couldn’t have cared less about baseball. I thought that watching baseball on TV was worse than watching grass grow (second only to golf – which literally IS watching grass grow!), but I would cheer for the Nationals because a) they’re my hometown team and b) they are in the same division as the Braves.  I knew it was fun to go to the games, but I didn’t usually pay attention to the actual game going on.

And now?  Now, I’m a baseball fan. I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Nationals fan, because now I "get" it!  Thanks guys! I can not WAIT until next year!

Edited 10/02/14 to correct the picture link...

Home

A friend posted a picture on Facebook on Saturday, and it perfectly captured my "favoritest" place in the world, Laan Tau Mountain Camp. 

It looks like it was taken from the last part of the trail, and you can see the caretaker's hut on the left, the Mess Hall in the middle and Cathedral Rock in the distance. It's perfect! So, I was searching for more pics of Cathedral Rock on Laan Tau, and found something I wrote on the HKIS Dragontrain a long time ago. (How weird is that?)

Someone had asked “Where is ‘home’?” which led to a LOT of great memories. Most of the people on the Dragontrain newsgroup graduated earlier than I did, but we had a lot in common. Here is what I wrote way back then:

It sounds like we have a lot of Laan Tau memories in common! Of course most of mine came later, when the Chinese amahs quit cooking at the mess hall and the Laan Tau Mountain Camp association started hiring teenagers and moms that were planning to be there anyway to work in the kitchen on a week to week basis during the season. I'm proud to say that I was one of the first"table setters" in Jr. High and I worked my way up through "kitchen assistant"to become the Head Cook during summers back from college. WHAT an experience!

They paid everyone a pittance, and provided meals for everyone but the table setters, but the best part was that it allowed me to stay up on top of "my mountain" for 3/4 of the season! I'm not sure when they started hiring teenage boys to be coolies, but I know Dave was one, along with Rodney Ingram and others.

One of my favorite memories of those times was when a bunch of us kids took over Cabin #9 for a couple of weeks -- our "adult" chaperons were Rodney Ingram and Jo Daley, both 19 at the time! Total insanity...
Of course, the many typhoons when all the teenagers somehow got "trapped" in one cabin (usually #18 or #24) and had to have marathon Spit and Nertz tournaments to pass the time...

Another memory is going up for the Moon Festival, which was supposed to feature a full moon and eclipse -- and even though the clouds obscured the earth's orbiting companion, Rodney was nice enough to provide us with a total eclipse of his full moon! :-) What a loon!

My favorite place in HK (and the world) has always been Cathedral Rock -- in fact, I've written two poems about it (one in high school and one in '95)!

Actually I'm not much of a writer, but I don't think I can write what Laan Tau or Hong Kong mean to me any better than the poem I wrote in 1995, so if you'll forgive me for seeming to toot my own horn, here it is:

Cathedral Rock 
(Gigs, 1995)

I've sat here all my life
watching my world
with Hong Kong in the distance
and China lurking just behind

I've watched the fun as the sunlight faded
players navigating the rocks in the Saddle
lovers walking slowly up to Sunset Peak
teenagers performing Shakespeare on Table Rock

I've heard their echoes through the darkness
moms calling the little ones to bed
cowbells tinkling the rhythms of the herd
skinny dippers laughing their inhibitions off

I've sat here through typhoons and sunshine
laughing until I cried
crying until I laughed
sitting -- just sitting
and watching my world

I've seen the sun rise on the last of the British Empire
and now I see it setting

And I miss my home
with Hong Kong in the distance
and China lurking just behind.

Memorial Memories

I've seen variations of this picture a lot today:

Grabbed from Tom N Kim Chroniger on Facebook

I have been thinking a lot of the real reason for Memorial Day a lot lately, largely because this week is also the anniversary of my brother's last week of life -- and to top it off, my brother was Army. He is buried at Ft. Benning now and I will be going down next weekend to visit his grave with his wife and daughters and other family members. But this weekend, I'm going to try to make it about all of the men and women who have served or are serving our country.

One of my friends posted a link on Facebook earlier to the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and I think I'm going to head down there at some point this weekend. Looking at that video reminded me of when I volunteered for an organization called No Greater Love. The organization was created in 1971 by an amazing spitfire of a woman named Carmella La Spada, and its mission is to support the families of men and women who serve our country. I heard about the organization by reading an article in the Parade magazine insert during Operation Desert Shield in 1990.

I, like many other people, was unemployed at the time, but going to Computer Learning Center (Springfield, VA) and working part-time at Erol's Video store in Rockville, MD. Some people would think that unemployment is the most depressing thing in the world, but it gave me such confidence in myself! I had gotten a pretty decent severence package when I got laid off in May, so I decided to use it to go to school "full-time" - which meant I wasn't eligible for unemployment benefits. But, I ended up getting a piece of paper that helped me get my foot in the door to change careers *and* a lot of transferrable credits toward a Bachelor's degree. I worked as many hours at Erol's as possible without being full-time (so they didn't have to give me benefits), had a boyfriend, and was doing very well in school, and was generally able to make ends meet, but... something was missing.

Meanwhile, in August that year, a bozo in Baghdad decided to invade the rich little country next door. Needless to say, the US government and governments around the world, were NOT happy about that. So, they started Desert Shield about five days after the invasion of Kuwait. I was dating a former Marine (I know, there's no such thing - "former active duty Marine" then?) and my brother was Army so I knew that this was a huge deal for everyone in the military. This was the first major military mission since Vietnam, and every active duty troop I knew was anxious to be sent over there to get combat duty. Needless to say, all of their families were anxious that their loved ones were NOT sent over to the desert!

So I read about No Greater Love and how they supported family members and realized that was what I had been looking for. Maybe it's my missionary kid upbringing, but I thinik I have a "helping people" gene. And this mission just spoke to me, straight to my heart. I didn't have any money to donate so I called them up and was invited to come down and help out. At first, I spent about five or six hours a week in the office, either answering calls from women whose husbands were in Kuwait or parents of sons and daughters, or typing up thank-you letters and donation requests in WordPerfect. Being who I am, I started fiddling with their mail merge and made it a lot more efficient, and then turned my process improvement eye to other things that could be done better. Carmella took notice and asked me if I could work more hours. I explained to her that I was full-time unemployed so I really had to work as many hours as possible to keep afloat - so she offered me a job! She paid me in cash to work additional hours at NGL, and she put the word out to her network of friends and benefactors that I needed work.

Because of those contacts, I was able to get more part-time jobs like being a bookkeeper for a psychiatrist and working in a Norwegian café in Georgetown called Café Ibsen -- in addition to working at NGL and Erol's *and* going to school full-time! I look back on those days and think, "Who was that masked girl?" because I'm FAR too lazy for it to have been me! LOL But, boy, were they fun!

New Year

It's a new year, a new day, and maybe a new blog. I haven't written in a long time but I am bound and determined to start writing again. 2011 was not the best year for me, so I'm hoping that 2012 treats me a little better. And I think I need to write. I need to get my thoughts written down so I can deal with them.

Soop - I plan to make myself write *something* on a regular basis. It might be gibberish, it might not - who knows?

If you are still reading, thanks for your support!

Depression

Depression – it’s not all a barrel of laughs.

I woke up this morning with that thought, or something like it, running through my brain. It’s currently 6:49am and I’ve been wrestling with those thoughts for over an hour so I finally decided to get out of bed, write and get them out.

As you may have noticed, this has been a pretty crap year for me so far. Which bugs me because it’s supposed to be “my year” – it’s the Year of the Rabbit, and I’m a Rabbit! And Rabbits are supposed to be really lucky!  But nooooooooooooooooooo….

I was depressed before this year started, but I think things have gotten worse. I’ve been in therapy and on and off of a light dose of Lexapro for a few years now (ever since I had a boss who LITERALLY drove me crazy). It all started because I was just angry all the time. I’m a pretty happy type of person generally speaking, so when I realized that I was pissed off at everybody and couldn’t control it, I thought maybe, just maybe, there was a problem. Especially when I also realized that I was taking out my anger on my friends and for no apparent reason. (Yeah, depression is fun: you don't take it out on the people who really deserve it, you save it all up for yourself and your loved ones...)

My family have a history of depression which helped my self-diagnosis, but even more importantly, helped me feel comfortable seeking help. It was something like: I need help, therefore I will get help! It was also fortunate that I had been told "if one therapist doesn’t work for you, try, try again!" I had tried a psychiatrist years before and been told that my parents had abused me because I had been born in Hong Kong and moved around a lot as a kid. Funny thing was that the person who told me this was a foreign-born national who had moved around a lot as a kid. Hmmm, projection much?

ANYWAY – I was very lucky to find a great psychiatrist who has even become my talk therapist after a disastrous attempt with someone else who decided I had PTSD… because that was her specialty.  *sigh*

…

And I’m doing it again. I have a tendency to start talking about something and then veering off into tangents. They might be related, but they aren’t really the point with which I started. Ever noticed that? ;-)

…

What I started out writing about this morning was what’s going on with me now and how it’s not a whole lot of fun. I have gotten almost paralyzed socially, but I think I hide it well until something comes up that makes it impossible to hide. Like these last two weekends.u

Las weekend I almost backed out of going to (very good) friend’s birthday party because a) I might have to stay over night and b) a lot of people I don’t know would be there. I had really bad allergies and felt miserable, but I made myself get off my couch and get out there. Luckily, another friend offered me a ride so I didn’t have to drive OR stay overnight -- I had already gotten myself into “go to the party” mode on my own, but that helped a lot! I had a great time and even played horse shoes for the first time!

Last night I was planning to go to a party with friends I haven’t seen in YEARS for a semi-reunion of sorts, in honor of another friend’s birthday.  I was really looking forward to seeing everyone again and hanging out with them. So, I woke up yesterday with what I thought was a bad hangover. Yes, I drank a lot on Friday night, but I stopped around 12:30am and got food and drank water. I was home by 1:30am and drank more water, took Advil, and was asleep by 2am. I woke up around 9am, made Toad-in-the-Hole (my new favorite breakfast), then sat on the couch and caught up with work and stuff. And suddenly, I felt chills and fever and just felt awful. I took some allergy drugs and then a nap and still felt crappy. I again thought it was just a bad hangover and allergies (the weather changed considerably between Friday and Saturday), so I thought getting up and out of the house might help.  So, I went to a movie (“Money Ball” – quite enjoyable).

Enjoyed the movie, walked around the street fair a little, then got a coffee and came back home. And within 30 minutes was back in bed, under the covers, shivering and snuggling with my warm, fuzzy kitty. I took some cold drugs and then slept for a few more hours.  Woke up and called my friends and told them that I was just feeling too lousy to go to their party after all.

And today, I feel a lot better physically, but I wonder if all of that “illness” was just anxiety? Depression? 

My depression isn’t one of those where I have to convince myself each morning that I really should not kill myself. It’s much less demanding than that. Or maybe not – because it’s really more of just having to convince myself to get out of bed. No, I can do that when it’s work I have to get to, but if it’s a social thing, then it really takes an effort for me.  And I’ve noticed that it has gotten REALLY hard for me to get my butt off of my couch and exercise. I’m signed up to do the Marine Corps Marathon (MCM) 10k at the end of this month. I’ve been signed up since June and I will be running with my nieces and nephew in honor of my brother… but I can NOT get myself to work out and train for it!

Why?

I don’t know.

And it upsets me.

Maybe I should do as Professor Hathway suggests and “up the voltage” heehee

Horsing Around

It's been a while, but I just haven't felt like writing. As my sister put it the other day, I'm trying to "recalibrate what 'fine' means". But - I was reading an old thread on my favorite discussion board and came across one of my favorite true stories from my childhood -- and I thought I'd share...

I've only ridden about three times in my life, but the first time was a WONDERFUL experience!

I was in 6th grade at British school in HK, Black Beauty was my favorite book and those plastic horses were my favorite toys.  Two of my friends had riding lessons every weekend (as you do, if your British) and they invited me to join them one weekend, saying they had reserved the quietest, sweetest horse for me to ride. However, when we got there we found a birthday party for a bunch of six-year-olds in progress... using "my" horse of course.

The only other horse available hadn't been exercised yet, and they were worried that he might be too antsy for a new rider. Well, he WAS the only horse available, and I wasn't going to go out to the riding place and NOT ride, uh uh no way!

SO... they got me up on his back, and walked us out to a little paddock with a well-trod circle in it, and gave me lessons about the paces and how to ride in a circle.  I enjoyed it, but I honestly never got the bouncing thing (until later) -- ANYWAY, after about 30 mins of this, my friends wanted to get out and really ride, so we headed out of the training paddock and turned right onto a short path that joined with the main path to a much larger paddock that adjoined the one we had been using, with a large gate/hedge in between.

But, as soon as we turned right again, my horse looked down the path and went "SPACE!!! I'VE GOT SPACE!!!" And took off at a gallop down the road! Other than that morning's training, my only "riding instructions" were from watching movies like "National Velvet", so I hunched down and leaned forward over my hands like a jockey, and the horse (not surprisingly) took this as "GO FASTER"... so he did. It was BEAUTIFUL, if just a mite scary!

My friends were screaming "Pull the reins, pull the reins" and I noticed the entrance to the other paddock coming up on the right, so I started pulling hard right. The horse pulled into the paddock and did a u-turn and headed straight back down ... and OVER the hedge into the training paddock! Where he calmly trotted around the training circle again. I stayed glued to him and alternated between gasping for breath and laughing out loud. Brilliant!

I'll never forget Fiona Hutton's injured tone when she finally caught up with me again: "You never told us you could jump!" Of course, *I* had nothing to do with that jump, it was all horse... and I thank him for an absolutely exhilarating experience! And after that, he had gotten his ya-yas out and he was just sweetness and light.

Man -- just remembering that story makes me all happy inside. I really need to ride again!

 Thanks kaspinet for the awesome ani!