Signs.

So, after five weeks of physio for a bad ankle sprain, it's looking like the Bluenose isn't official afterall. And I've been ok with that because I can honestly say the journey over the last 6 months has been the most rewarding part of this experience.

What?? That's the truth! Allow me to quote Miley Cyrus: "It ain't about what's on the other side...it's about the climb." Hard to argue with the daughter of the man who started the entire 1993 achy breaky heart line dancing craze, no?

Ok, fine. I guess if I dig a little deeper beyond the surface of a respectable stance on the situation, I'm also scared to death of trying and failing. A "bad ankle" is also a really easy excuse in the "oh well, what can you do about it?" category.

On top of that, I'm the type of person who tends to believe in signs. And in the last month or so I've collected a few that I've convinced myself are telling me not to run. Ahem:

1. 5 weeks ago I fall during a run and sprain my ankle.

2. Two weeks ago I lose my Garmin after using it only twice. (A Garmin is a special runner's watch with a built-in GPS system that tracks your pace, distance, progress, etc. It also cost me $200 for just the base model.)

3. After last weekend's run, I develop a blister the size of Montanna on the bottom of my foot. (Which still hasn't healed by the way.)

You See? Signs. Signs that are saying "don't run Tammy." "Ok, signs. I won't."

And just as I getting used to my "Oh well, maybe next year" response, I ran into another sign yesterday morning. There, in the front lobby of the gym it took the form of a huge hand-written quote carefully scrolled on the notice board by one of the employees that said:

“The person who goes farthest is generally the one who is willing to do and dare. The sure-thing boat never gets far from shore.”


Whatever. I've always said believing in signs is stupid.