I have been tagged by GG.
I didn’t pick up on it at first, as I have been lolling around in bed, trying, and I mean TRYING, to get myself better as fast as I can by doing absolutely nothing and laying around in bed in a stupor.
Having a fever, with all over skin hypersensitivity, a mushroom sized headache, deeply aching eye sockets, swollen neck lymph nodes, and a complete lack of appetite has helped the stupor immensely.
I’ve been stuporing for several days now.
I did rouse myself (before my symptoms increased) to attend my company’s annual Christmas party, where I joined a conga line (T did too), then fell into a chair with fatigue. Since I normally can be a dancing fool, this was not like me. I’m not sure if the $25 in movie theatre coupons I won were worth the increase in illness I felt the next day--which is when my stuporing began in earnest.
T “I’m So Glad I’m Done With Finals and Now I’m Enjoying My Time Off” was tooling around on my website and yelled “Hey! You’ve been tagged. What does that mean?”
Ummm…I’m not sure. But then I tooled around and found he’d been tagged, also. Kind of like 6 degrees of separation, you can follow the thread backward: GG, EPT, Cody, Mike Lovato—not sure where it will go from here, but can I tag someone twice? Well, I don’t see why not.
I have to write 5 unusual (?) or interesting (?) things about myself—I’m not sure which.
As I can be a bit wordy, be patient with me—or blame GG for the infliction.
So, here goes:
1. I fall under the definition of a “Little Person” which is 4’10” or under. When I came to the mainland after living in Hawaii, I was stricken on the first day of school at how large everyone was. I knew I’d picked the wrong career. How in the world could I be a physical therapist among all these large people? I was scared silly. Fortunately, after years of trial by fire, I’ve learned my craft—but it took a long time to get used to how BIG people are over here. I still think Big people use more resources than little ones....
2. When I was contacted by the Forest Service to work as a seasonal firefighter, I said everything I could to convince them that they didn’t want me. It was like talking to a blank wall. The person at the other end of the phone would politely listen, than continue on with the hiring spiel. What they didn’t say was: I was a desirable double minority (female and Asian), plus I’d been putting myself through school by working outdoors and was sharp with a chainsaw and whatever other tools (Pulaski, etc) that were required. I finally figured what the heck, I could try it, and if I failed, I would just bow out and return to normal life. I was so scared (again). I made sure to take the fitness exam at sea level, before I drove up to the mountains, because I knew I wouldn’t pass at elevation. I still don’t know how I passed. The examiner's heart-rate count was about ½ of what I counted. When I got to the station, none of the Nomex clothes fit, and I spent the first night taking in inches all the way down the sides of both pant legs and the sides of my shirt—all hand stitched—I was up late. Because of my light weight I crewed on an engine but was placed on helitack as an alternate. On my second day as an alternate, I was sent up—but that’s a whole ‘nother story (scrambling into orange helitack coveralls, I found they didn’t fit either…)
3. To get through my initial years of college I lived for one especially cold (it snowed on the coast) winter in a trailer with broken rear windows and no heat. I remember one night when it got so cold I could barely move my fingers to type. My thoughts were going at normal speed, but everything else was in slow-mo. I remember thinking “this must be what it feels like to be old.” In those days I slept fully clothed under a cotton and nylon sleeping bag. One morning I woke up to a positively luxurious warm feeling—and found it was 36 degrees, instead of below freezing. That was a really good feeling.
4. I was introduced to Jimmy Riccitello in 1987 (or thereabouts) at the Hawaii Ironman. I wasn’t there to do the race, just provide support and a cheering section. Jimmy had these riveting light eyes that looked directly into mine, and the kindest voice. I never forgot that moment. Years later, when I was re-visiting the sport after a ten year hiatus, I picked up a magazine, and was surprised to see an article with his name on it. I didn’t know he’d progressed into Officialdom with the USAT. In 2005, while doing the Honu Half Ironman, Mr. T dumped off his bike and ended up with a right side quad cramp. At mile 54 he literally fell over on his bike while climbing a hill because of the cramps. The head referee pulled up, got off the motorcycle, and rubbed the cramps out of T's leg. This enabled T to finish his race, albeit painfully. Imagine how envious I was, when T told me that Jimmy had rubbed out his thigh. Sigh…
5. One time I went through a hard break-up with a boy and lost a lot of weight. The result was that I became a really good rock climber. The moral of this story is that good things come in strong packages…no, light weight makes strong hands…no, I mean, just go out and live your life no matter what. It will all come out good in the end.
And that’s just what it has.
Thanks Mr. T
PS: I think everyone I know has been tagged so far. Still, I’d like to tag Bones (love to see it, Bones, love to see it), Al, Cindy, and Muffin.
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Hey, thanks for tagging me. I'll have to think about 5 things for a bit.
Hope you're feeling lots better soon! Conga line while sick...you're a tough cookie.
"just go out and live your life no matter what. It will all come out good in the end."...love that!
Thanks for tagging me - I think. Your stuff was very interesting and I will do my best to do my part.
Yes, Jimmy's eyes were...well...dreamy...If I wasn't writhing in pain...
Ha! Brian beat you to it!!
Ah--so I see. But you're linked on mine.
Now, why don't you put yourself on the Outlaw page??
yes, we do use more resources. But extra weight shows up less on us. Bwahahahahaha.
Firefighter? Cool!!!
OK, I'm in the middle of final exams, but I'll get something up in the next day or so.
Sorry to hear you've been sick! Knowing what Skoshi meant, #1 fits, but #2 & 3 were interesting and surprising. I met Jimmy at an IMFL training camp last year and agree he's really nice. Great that he could help T and that things have worked out well for you.
I 'm seeing that most people don't like being tagged. Sorry about that being I'm
the guy who got tagged & passed it on to the people I know. I'm glad to have
done it though because I was pretty amazed by the things you wrote. Forrest
service? I'd rather face a guy w/ a knife than fire. That would take BRAVERY! I
thought the people from Hawaii were big. I've met summoins(sp?) who were down
right beasts. Can't believe you lived in sub freezing temps w/ no heat. You're
an amazing person! By the way, congrats on Polar Bear. Was that a PR? You sure
seemed to have had a great race.
Cody--I liked being tagged and think it was a lot of fun for most.
Hawaii has BI-I-I-G people (Samoan is right) and leetle people. It's a land of contrasts. When I lived there, it was the first time I met people smaller than me--kind of nice :)
I don't know if Polar Bear was a PR because I haven't checked the offical results with previous times. Sometimes I just don't want to know. I know I have gotten faster in general--I used to be way behind my age group competition, now I'm a "contendah!"
Thanks for the compliment.
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