I have some pals who keep my brain fresh when it comes to “getting out of your box” type of thinking and have been serving as reminders to just enjoy life.
Now, a couple of these people I don’t really KNOW at all (a la Facebook), and some I’ve met through work. The conversations have progressed in a fun way and they keep me smiling and appreciating these people.
Now, sure, there are plenty of folks who are posting their to-do lists as their statuses, or about the trials & tribulations of life …that’s all fine & dandy and it's definitely a great way to get out information/news that sometimes isn't great, but needs to be shared. But I’m sort of a positive gal so the good news posts stick with me longer. At work, there are a few of us who sometimes burst out with “It’s a great day to be alive!” And no, that’s not said facetiously, we mean it, we say it with vigor and throw our hands in the air. It started as a jest but – now it’s a good motto and reminder and it makes us smile and laugh every time. That’s just to say that I’m drawn to people moving forward and looking forward and I have a few of those superstars in my life right now…for instance:

Ed
Ed started running a few years ago and really took to it. He’s run here, he’s run there, he’s racked up the events and the miles (or… K’s) and eventually became an ultramarathoner. And what does that mean for Ed? It means he found the toughest race…a race across the Sahara that lasts days. Yes, DAYS. You’ve heard of the Sahara: heat, sand, scorpions. I’ve followed the website and his blog and he’s kept me on the edge of my seat with his very, very short posts (they only get to put one out a day). I can’t wait until he gets back – I want to hear EVERYTHING. Ok, well, maybe not about the tattered feet. The race is called Marathon des Sables (MDS) or Marathon of the Sands. It’s really a test of heart. Not OF your heart as much as just…heart.
From the MDS website: It covers 243km/151 miles (in sections similar to 25, 34, 38, 82, 42, 22 km) run over 6 days (7 for some) - equivalent to 5 1/2 regular marathons. That's a speed of between 3 and 14 km an hour for competitors aged between 16 and 78). In addition to that, competitors have to carry everything they will need for the duration (apart from a tent) on their backs in a rucksack (food, clothes, medical kit, sleeping bag etc). Water is rationed and handed out at each checkpoint.
MB.
I have a pal who recently tried out for the television show Wipeout. Have you SEEN that crazy show? It is a huge gauntlet that is set in cold water, or mud, or suds. And you get stuff thrown at you while you get wet, muddy, cold and exhausted. The humans that run this course look TINY as they are whipped into the air like 3 oz. puppets, as they’re flopped into the water like water-logged stuffed animals. For the amount of people that have run the course during the many seasons of the show, you could count the hospital visits on one hand. I find that astounding. I fear for my friends body. It’s not that I don’t have faith in his gumption to DO this thing, but I’ve seen the show enough times to know that an ill-timed step, an unlucky bounce…I’ve seen more than one person bend in ways they shouldn’t. See pic below for an extreme backbend wipeout. (yikes!)

AND I’ve seen a few people quit. Even at the last minute, I’ve seen someone so exhausted that they couldn’t continue and they’re thrown a lifesaver and dragged out. So yes, I’m worried about him BUT far more proud that he’s even tried out. (For the record, the tryouts don’t require physical feats, it’s mostly a weeding out process- they want personality explosions. Basically, physical fitness ain’t the big point) buuuut you have to be physically fit enough on paper to get through the first step. Again, this is about heart. If he makes it to the show I’ll be bursting but according to the show many thousands of people respond to tryouts. Until we find out, I’m really just happy to know that my pal is a little bit crazy.
Spaz.Ok, that’s not her name but since she doesn’t know I’m writing about her, I’m just going to call her Spaz (short for Spazzy, Spazmanian Devil, etc.)
She knows who she is because I’ve already called her Spaz. She’s a person who is excited about life. She is excited about fitness, competitive events, getting a dog, her upcoming wedding, and she just USES life up. I don’t know her in 3D life, only from Facebook. We’ve exchanged messages and fun and posts. I can count on her posts to be a good representation of that zest for life that she has. She's young and you can feel it and it wakes up that young woman inside of me. She appreciates the good stuff that happens and really revels in it. It’s easy to get swept up in a smile when reading her posts. I’m glad to have “met” her already so if we actually ever DO meet, (we live close enough that meeting one day isn’t out of the question) it’s going to be a good day.
So I post this to remind myself of my luck to know such people just enough to get their message. To LIVE with zeal and make it your own brand of zeal. Yes, there are “chores” to do in our daily lives but they become less of a chore if you somehow make it rewarding, even if just in your own mind. And dwelling on them isn’t the way to do it. Just as a smile exercises the muscles in your face, a positive thought can fire the synapses in your brain at double the regular rate. Don’t let someone’s untimely death or illness or injury be a reminder to LIVE every day with purpose, make it a daily thing – for no reason at all and for every reason in the world.