| Saturday, July 13th, 2002
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 10:26a This will be 15 nautical miles from me at approx. 3am monday. I have staff duty monday. Meaning I have to somehow make it from my room in the baraks to the staff duty office at approx 6am monday... and i suddenly have this image of learning the true meaning of flight... hopefully this isn't my last journal entry... Which brings to mind an interesting idea I've had on occasion. Trying to be as un goth as possible here, were you to die, would your journal readers know? How many of you have provisions set up for someone to make that "final entry" for you? Is your LJ password and username sitting in a sealed envelope that says "open upon my death". Is there a transcript of what you want written? Is it written into your will? Do you have a page already drafted for your personal website that only needs to be uploaded by a friend you've already trusted with access? Or will your journal simply end abruptly? I've never given a last will and testiment a whole lot of though. I mean, I'm young, strong, and healthy as an ox. I've never had surgery or even broken a bone. Hell even the removal of my wisdom teeth was a simple dental procedure--not requiring oral surgery or anything 'tall. Yet I have engaged and still engage in some rather dangerous activities: rock climbing, rapelling from bridges, long drives at night with little or no sleep, SCUBA, parachuting, (thru hiking), (walking to duty in the midst of a typhoon)... I've always said to myself and others that I'll be surprised to see
my 80th birthday...or even my 75th. My family just doesn't have a history
of longevity--either my mother's or father's side. I think my own father
is the healthiest and most fit Vomacka or Liekishev that's been around
in several generations...
So a will...how many else of you have friends that might never hear of your death--spread to the corners of the globe, or internet only--simply because no-one that survives you would know to contact them? Your computer and your files and your contact lists...all gone to shit because your survivors don't know the ass end from the head of it all? I suppose it would be a prudent thing to do to list all my friends that my parents don't know how to contact...just in case..and to plan for the final entry. I've always maintaned that death is just a natural part of life and that I'm not at all afraid of it. I may as well plan for it a bit...just in case. current mood: contemplative
Today's was a doozy! Distance: 20 miles
Ren Loop. Did my usual five minute stop--this time at about the 12 mile mark. When I got back to Torii I did the "extended" loop to make the last five. the last five SUCKED! I most definitely was reaching down deep. It was a different sort of fatigue that I was fighting. My feet hurt, my back ached, my hamstrings burned, and my shoulders weren't too happy either...but that was all easy to deal with--pain is just a temporary state...it was the pyschological aspect...the, you can stop anytime now mr. glen. You're back home, no reason to butcher yourself....doesn't that grassy lil section seem like a perfect place to just drop? Wouldn't it be lovely to just cut it short a few? Shite like that. I fought it off by concentrating on my breathing.
And then I was done. home. I made my first 20 miler and broke a huge pyschological barrier today. Afterwards I had the MOST welcome hot shower I've had in years. current mood: accomplished
Great...see that little island, just below the "Z"? That's me. Now that big old thing is supposed to get as close as FIVE Nautical Miles...with wind gusts of up to ONE HUNDRED THIRTY FIVE mph. Yeah this one is gonna suck.
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