Where is My Mojo

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Random thoughts that get me through

In Bike, Run, Swim, Triathlons on October 24, 2011 at 12:44 PM

Trying to do a 60 minute run yesterday, after an hour and forty minute/22 mile bike ride, put my mind to spin. What are you to do while you push your body to run under the inclement sun and the abnormally dry weather of a Miami Sunday morning? Think. That’s what you do. Think. Random thoughts that fly through your mind like that floating feather at the beginning and end of Forrest Gump. Only that sometimes it can become a whirlpool.

But I thought. I let my randomness take place in the infinite space called “mind”.

I thought of the previous day while being at Top Dog Cycle getting my bike fitted. There was a man who I could tell was a cyclist, not a triathlete, and who suggested I took off the plastic reflectors off my wheels so I would look more professional, and people on the road would not mess with me. I thought “whatever”.

The man nicely insisted to one of the shop guys to take them off. By the time I was leaving he again told another guy that “I” wanted them off. To what I responded, nicely, “No, it’s more like you want them off”. He: “I just want to avoid people making fun of you”. Me: “I almost drowned during my first triathlon. I made it to the shore with a floating device and was disqualified, and yet finished the race feeling like a champ. I don’t think I will be embarrassed of those plastic things.”

The sun was crispy and I was not into the run. Not exhausted from the long bike ride, but more like bored and wanted to get home quickly. But my mind then connected the dots to the time when I was around 5 years old and my teeth were falling off. I was so happy of them moving out and making way for the real ones to grow, that I had no problem smiling and showing my tongue through the imperfections of my dental infrastructure. There are no photos of that time that I do not come out smiling and showing my holes. I was small yet proud!

By the time I cut my run short, I realized my life has been one of taking pride, as much as I can, of those things that are hard for me to accomplish or those I had never ever imagine being capable of even trying to do. I simply realized that at the eye of adversity or a challenge, I continue to smile, now tall and proud like the little girl I was at age 5.