Life as an Extreme Sport


The waves chop and surge, break and froth in a frenzy of activity tonight, gusting and bursting onto the road, misting the windows as I fight to keep the car in my lane. I chop and surge, break and froth myself, gusting and bursting first into tears, then into laughter and solemness and a range of emotions as I fight to keep control long enough to get safely home.

It was hard tonight. Had you told me at 10:30 this morning that I would be sitting in the Sit & Spin, talking with Mars for a few hours, I would have laughed at you. I would have told you to stop making such tasteless jokes.

We talked for a few hours. Maybe I’ll write about it someday, most likely I won’t. But, so you know – it was mostly good, it was closure. It answered those nagging what ifs and maybes, and left me with a stronger sense of what I’ve done and where I’m going.

I’m sure the wind is still whipping the waves on the surface of the lake. Sometimes, it’s nice to have misty windows.