:: eye of the storm ::

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A 27-year-old PA student who wants to visit all seven continents, write a book, work at a pediatric clinic in Africa, and basically meet as many of the world's challenges as possible.

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Life List

(already accomplished)

Become a PA

Visit all 7 continents

Take a SwimTrek trip

Bike through Western Europe

Raft the Grand Canyon

Improve my Spanish proficiency

Go on safari in Africa

Trace my roots at Ellis Island

Vacation in Hawaii

Work on a hospital ship in a Third World country

Celebrate New Year's in Times Square

Visit all 50 states (29 to go: AK, AZ, AR, CA, CO, HI, ID, IL, IN, IA, KS, MI, MN, MO, MT, NE, NV, NM, ND, OK, OR, RI, SD, TX, UT, VT, WA, WV, WI, WY)

See the ruins at Pompeii

Swim in Capri's Blue Grotto

Tour Mt. Vesuvius

Throw a coin in the Trevi Fountain

Tour the Colosseum

Visit the D-Day beaches

See the Mona Lisa

Visit the palace at Versailles

See the Acropolis and Parthenon

See the Egyptian pyramids

Hike the Inca Trail

Walk El Camino Santiago

Take an Alaskan cruise

View the Taj Mahal at sunrise

Hike Table Mountain in South Africa

Climb through the Amazon canopy

Walk at least part of the Great Wall of China

Get laser hair removal

Learn to surf, ski, and snowboard

Learn to drive a stick-shift

Learn to play the piano

Go on a tropical cruise

Ride horseback on the beach

Ride in a hot air balloon

Get tickets to the Olympics

Go to adult Space Camp

Witness a shuttle launch from up close

Build a full-sized snowman

Sew a quilt out of my old race T-shirts

Update and continue my Life Scrapbook

Become the oldest person to ever do the River Run

Live to be a happy, healthy 100 years old - at least!

(unlikely dreams)

vrijdag 1 juli 2005

You know, I try not to whine. ("What, you? Ha!") No, I really do. But this shoulder thing is driving me nuts. My dryland range of motion is a lot better, but as of last night, swimming hurts just as much as it did on race day, on both sides. Based on online descriptions, I actually don't think it's my rotator cuffs, but that's about the only good piece of news. Shoulders are tricky beasts to heal. And a week of Aleve, ice, and heating pads has so far done diddly squat. And I have an 8-mile race in 5 weeks which I don't want to miss. Not to mention the team in the Netherlands that I'll be swimming for, full of kids who have 16-year-old shoulders instead of 21-year-old ones. This better not be a sign of aging. I'm supposed to be young and strong and invincible, and my body's supposed to do whatever I want it to, because I say so. (So there.) ...For another 9 years, at least. When I'm 30, maybe I can start admitting to having to slow it down a little, but not YET. Grrr.

Okay, I'm done being in denial now. The point is, I don't want to go to a doctor, because if I don't go, I don't have to be told, "No swimming for three months," or something equally devastating. Plus, after that 'do-I-or-don't-I-have-a-blood-clot' thing 3 weeks ago, I've had enough of doctors. Not only that - I can't think of anything they'd tell me to do that I'm not already doing. Ice, heat, anti-inflammatories, the occasional gentle stretch, and no vigorous exercise with my arms. (I kicked 2000 meters last night at practice, because I couldn't do anything else. Sigh.)

Okay. That's all for now. Send some healing energy my way, okay? I'm off to get a much-needed haircut; I am dangerously close to a mullet.


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