On Robyn's birthday in May, Stacy "gave" her a tandem flight in his paraglider. It's taken us 'til October to get it done, but last Saturday, Robyn finally got to fly!
She had to wait a while up on the hill while Stacy took a test flight to make sure all the conditions were good. And, of course, she had to get all her gear on.
But finally everything was ready, and they took off. The take-off was a little rough, but they got up alright, and then stayed up for almost an hour and a half!
She said it was super cool. She loved it! Her only complaint was that it was cold. And I believe it. It was cold just standing on top of the hill. So if she ever goes again, she's going to wear a heavy jacket and gloves. But she's certainly hoping there will be a next time. She's officially got it in her blood now.
Last year I started running about the time school started. I was thinking I was about ready for the Turkey Trot 5K in the first week of November, but brain surgery put a stop to that plan.
My only resolution this year was to run a 5K. I was so disappointed that I hadn't been able to run that race in November. But life goes on, and I didn't get around to running again until school started this year. There is another 5K at the first of October that I didn't think I was ready for last year. But this year I decided I'd better go for it, since who knows what can happen in a month?
So the day before the race, I got up early to go run with Katie. I was just going to do one mile, and call it good so I'd be ready for the 5K the next day. Turns out I didn't even make it a quarter mile before I twisted my ankle and fell. I ended up flat out on the asphalt, and I have scraped up knees and a bruised elbow to prove it. My ankle was the worst, though. Katie helped me limp back to my car, and I drove home. I was sure that when I showed my ankle to Jef there would be nothing there, and I would have to say, "No really. It REALLY hurt when I did it. It still REALLY hurts." But turns out when I took off my socks and shoes, I didn't have to do any convincing at all. It already looked like a big egg had grown inside my ankle. The swelling continued to increase, and spread all the way around my ankle. Now the swelling has gone down, but the color is better. I wish I would have taken this picture one day earlier, since I think the color was even better yesterday.
Needless to say, I didn't run that 5K. I'm not even sure if I'll be able to run the Turkey Trot in November. I've been trying to stay off of it (pretty much impossible), keep it wrapped, and apply ice, but it's still having a pretty hard time.
Why is it so hard for me to get to a 5K? People do it all the time. Running the distance doesn't seem to be a problem for me, it's just making it to the race. Maybe it's just not meant to be. And it does seem like running is a rather dangerous sport for me. Tackle football might be safer.
