Nine months ago my friend Laura called me up and asked if I wanted to do something slightly crazy.
“Well I'm always up for something crazy,” I told her.
“This isn't crazy,” she responded, “like crazy fun. This is crazy, like crazy hard.”
“Oh.” I said. “Please explain.”
“I want to run a Ragnar,” she excitedly told me, “and I need eleven other girls to do it with me.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, and I didn't really hear the rest of her explanation because the first thing she said was,
“You'll have to find someone to babysit since we'll be gone for two days.”
I shut my brain off after that. If whatever this Ragnar was, allowed me to leave my three children for a couple of days- I was all over it. Didn't matter what I had to do. Even if it turned out to be a 187 mile relay race, from San Francisco to Napa Valley. Yes. One hundred and eighty seven miles.
A few weeks ago I ran that race. The race called Ragnar. And I would say it was the closest thing to giving birth, apart from actually giving birth, I've ever experienced.
So what do I do when I'm not writing? Ragnar is a perfect example.
I'm getting myself into loads of trouble.
I'm seeking out new experiences, and challenging myself in bigger ways. I'm trying to grow three people into responsible and valuable citizens, but also trying to remember who I am, by escaping them every once in a while. I'm seizing every opportunity, shoving open doors, embracing every moment.
But most of all, I'm living.
Thanks so much LM Long!!