Mind, Body, Heart, Soul

Five foot two, one hundred and twenty five pounds.  Middle linebacker!!  Has to have been the smallest middle linebacker in the history of mankind as a freshman in high school.

Before that it was climb anything I could find, ski things I had no right to ski.  Later it was football, lacrosse, boxing.  Too small, too slow.  Next up it was 200 miles on two wheels in one day.  No idea what I was doing, but it had to be done.

I have always been afraid, but never of a challenge, never of putting my body on the line.  If my life depended on it, or more importantly my sisters' lives, my family, my friends, I would do anything, to this day.  I would buckle up the helmet tomorrow and run someone over, it would probably kill me, or at least leave my body in a  heap, but I would do it.

I am afraid of everything now.  I am afraid of just surviving, being free, not ever doing anything that matters before I die.  I am afraid of dying, for the very first time in my life, before now it was not a possibility.

I need to try and find the guy that not that long ago broke out the "Snow Clown" for thousands of yards at a time, easily, gracefully, powerfully, just to make people smile, and because I could.  I need to find the ability again to throw my body at whatever I want at 100 miles per hour.

This can't really be me!!  I have to be inside this body somewhere!!

Thank you again for getting this far with me.