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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 145 :: ski to sea

29 May

Day 145: Summer.

Welcome summer. You arrived just in time for a festival celebrating everything in between the ski (Mt. Baker) to sea (Bellingham Bay). And, it was a beautiful day.

Even though rain was predicted the sun came out and shone down across Fairhaven, which was transformed into one giant parking lot. But who cares about having to walk to the finish line from your car when others have skied, run, biked, paddled or rowed their way to the finish line.

The best spot for me was watching teams cheer on their final relay racer at the bay. As I sat on a rock next to a group who kept looking for “Chris” and then screaming for “Chris” and then realizing it was wasn’t “Chris,” I have to admit, I got pretty excited to see “Chris” too.

They pointed at every yellow kayak announcing, “That’s Chris! He’s in a yellow kayak. That’s gotta be Chris.” And then the yellow kayak would come into view and it was not Chris.

Turns out there were a lot of yellow kayaks.
And then finally, with the next statement of, That’s-gotta-be-Chris, I leaned over to the woman sitting next to me and said, “I think that is Chris!”

She laughed, then they all laughed, and then she exclaimed, “Oh my God, you’re right, it IS Chris!!!’ They leapt to their feet and ran to the edge of the water taking photos and cheering on Chris as he made his final sweeping oars to shore.

I couldn’t help but get swept up in cheering on Chris too and caught myself yelling (silently under my breath) for him from my rock. “Go, Chris!” C’mon Chris! You can do this, CHRIS!”

Then the woman turned around from the water’s edge, looked right at me and yelled, “You called it! It was Chris!”

I pumped both of my arms in the air with the universal victory sign. And then we all watched Chris run up the hill and ring the final bell signaling the very last move of his team’s trek down the mountain from Ski to Sea.

It was bright and sunny, fun and funny and full of team spirit.
And it all has me thinking about how important it is to cheer on those you love, and to even be cheered on by strangers. And the power of keeping a promise.

And now, on to one event that wasn’t in the lineup today…yoga.

More tomorrow.


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GIFT DAY 072: what will you leap for?

13 Mar

Big day around here.

1) There is a new Pope. (I’m not Catholic but I know it’s a big deal.)
2) It’s my sister’s birthday – happy day to Dawn!
3) Brady took a leap of faith.

For starters, we all went for a run today.

Some of us planned our run, others of us jumped over the porch railing, lept twelve feet into the air and landed on the sand only to jump back up and race after a new friend named Macie.

And, no, it wasn’t me. Or Justin.

I was the one who planned her run to go up and down the beach and end up on the big, old rock doing sit-ups and push ups to the roar of the ocean.

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Can you say invigorating?

It was inspiring. The sun was shining. The ocean was lapping up against the rocks. I felt on top of the world as I did my push ups and sit ups. (Bonus! No one was around to hear me groan.)

When Justin and I walked back to the house after our run, we walked out on the deck (the one that has no stairs after the last storm) and took in the scene. We also took the dogs out with us.

Now we already know Brady is not afraid of much. He was scared of a balloon once but got over that fast. But neither one of us thought he would actually jump over the railing.

He did.

As soon as another dog came strolling up the beach Brady hunched on his back legs and within seconds disappeared. Over the railing.

He wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t even phased by the twelve foot drop. He happily ran circles around his new friend Macie, a yellow lab. They ran up and down the beach together as if a secret movie crew was filming the next release of Lassie or Air Bud.

And that makes me wonder…
What do I leap for?
What do you leap for?

If jumping over the railing, over the edge is just a matter of taking a leap…
what holds you/me/us back?

Is there really a barrier, or is it in our minds?

Now, please don’t jump off your porch. Sit. Stay. Don’t move.
I am just wondering… what if you took a leap?

Of faith?
Of fun?
Of forgiveness?

What new friends might it bring into your life?
Or adventures?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore (fearless),

{Where can you take a leap? Share in the comments section… or just meditate on it.}

Day 232: showing up with new shoes

20 Aug

On Day 9 I bought new shoes — and the ONLY reason I was allowed to buy new shoes was they are running shoes — good for my body.  It’s the only purchase I’ve made in the shoe/clothes category all year long.

It only took 223 more days for me to pull said shoes out of my closet, strap them on my feet and go for a real, in the flesh, bona fide, one foot in front of the other, run.

And I sucked.
I sucked wind the entire 3.1 miles around The Farm Institute of Katama for the Camp Jabberwocky 5k Run.

Good thing my dear friend Amy stuck to my poor pace (which could qualify as a crawl in some record books) and kept talking and cheering me on through the entire run.  She even stopped to walk with me at a few key moments.

When I arrived home I received a congratulations email.  It read:

“Congratulations Jamie Eslinger on finishing the Run for Jabberwocky 5K on August 20, 2011. You crossed the finish line all by yourself!  We didn’t even have to send the ambulance out to sweep your body up out of the cow pasture after Mile 3.  Because, to be honest, we were a little concerned when 7 year-old Kaleb, who finished an hour before you, pointed in your direction Jamie Eslinger and said, “I don’t think that lady can breathe.”  Kids!  They say the darnedest things!”

Just kidding.
While it could have said all of the above, it actually said this:

“Congratulations Jamie Eslinger on finishing the Run for Jabberwocky 5K on August 20, 2011.  For your records, the weather that day was 74 degrees and partly sunny with a 11 mph SSW Wind.  There were 14 finishers in the Female 35 to 39 age group and 319 finishers in the 5K Run division.  Your overall finish place was 247, your age group finish place was 12 and your gender finish place was 118.  Your time of 37:35.42 gave you a 12:07 min/mile pace.”

And, right before I deleted that email in horror to cover any history of my total wind suck-age, I stopped and said to myself:  You don’t suck — you’re just out of practice.

In fact, nothing about this day sucked:

Out of practice, out of shape, I still showed up.
What a beautiful gift to give myself.

I felt the support of an amazing woman and friend, right by my side as she cheered me on and bubbled over with love and encouragement.
What a beautiful gift to receive.

I watched a young man zip by me pushing a wheelchair with a Jabberwocky camper sitting in it calling for cheers: “Let’s hear it for Emmy!” — everyone around us applauded and cheered on Emmy — and somehow I found enough wind in my lungs to call out Emmy’s name and cheer her on too.
What a beautiful gift he encouraged everyone to give to Emmy.

I could go on and on, but I assume you are with me here, that you catch my drift, or rather, my change in attitude.

As soon as I stopped counting minutes and miles and started counts gifts given and gifts received, I realized that nothing about this day sucked.

It fact, it pretty much rocked, chest heaving and all.
That’s not only good for my body, it’s great for my heart and soul too.

And legs.
And lungs.

Day 168: f*ing friday :: foot

17 Jun

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Fastidious

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:

As in, baby I was born to run.

Actually as a baby I was born with one foot turned in.
Doctors told my parents I would only walk with a brace and never run.

My mother didn’t like the sound of that.

She took the advice of one doctor and at his instruction rubbed my foot outwards every time she changed my diaper, pulling it in the other direction until I screamed in pain.

Mama Sling told me she hated every second of it, hated to hear my cries of pain. But what she hated even more was the thought of her daughter never running.

The love of a mother.
And boy did I ever run!

I loved playing basketball, softball, and volleyball, any sport really.
But, I hated running.

Funny thing is, all my life I complained about running.

I blame suicides.
The timed drills at warp speed between the hash marks on the basketball court.  Aptly named suicides because once finished your stomach commits an act that defies gravity.

Seems pretty ironic doesn’t it?
The sacrifice of a mother to make sure her baby would run.
The ultimate gift.

And all I did was complain.
Total lack of appreciation.

I once read a good point about Title Nine.  It went something like this:
When the day comes that our daughters don’t know what Title Nine is, that will be a day to celebrate.  It means girls no longer have to worry about access or opportunity.  It will just be normal to play sports.  It will just be what they do.

In the same way, my mother gave me the greatest gift of all:
The chance to take running for granted.

Even if I was born with two left feet.

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