I am sitting on the sidelines at my son’s football practice. At 6:15 p.m., the current temp is 82 degrees. I can still feel the sun on my back, but there’s a nice breeze. My tank is dry. Unlike this afternoon… After a brisk walk on the Atlantic City Boardwalk, I returned to the jury room with horizontal water stains lining the front and back of my tank top.
I am trying to constructively work through frustration this afternoon. Jury Duty caused me to miss CrossFit today. Once I realized I was going to miss the class, I hurried to Sports Authority to buy a new pair of Asics Gel Nimbus. I really need a new pair.
My running sneaks were worn down more than I realized. The hint? An aching hip. After closely examining them, I realized they are badly worn on the outer heals of both sneaks. Running in worn sneakers is the worst thing you can do, at least if you’re over 40.
I found my sneaks, but they didn’t have my size. I was disappointed. However, a friendly sales clerk saved me a few dollars and ordered them online for me. I pray they are delivered to my home by Saturday morning. I desperately NEED a long run.
Last Saturday, with two beautiful women supporting me, I conquered the bridge!!!! And you know what? I stressed for nothing!!
The night before my walk, I tossed and turned a bit before falling to sleep. The morning before the walk, my nerves ran me to the bathroom several times. I probably lost a pound or two before walking. LOL!
My fears were counterproductive. In my mind, I knew that my fear of heights would paralyze me. I was confident that my fear would overwhelm my spirit and possess me to grip the railings while sobbing all the way across the bridge. I even thought I might even end up crawling to the other side.
I was incredibly wrong about crossing the OC bridge. No crying. No gripping the rails. No heart palpitations. Nothing whatsoever!!
My walk across the bridge was peaceful, pleasant, and breathtaking! I am sorry that I haven’t walk the bridge sooner. It was built with pedestrians in mind.
The bridge’s walkway is wide enough for at least four people to hold hands and stroll across. At 8:00 a.m., the bridge had a steady flow of friendly walkers, runners, and bicyclist.
After the first quarter mile, I was relaxed and began to really enjoy the morning sun, the calm bay, and the great conversation. I began to appreciate the beauty and the blessing of being on the bridge.
A visitor’s center and fishing pier is located half-way across the bridge. This is also where the urge to RUN set in. I was dumbfounded that I was afraid of this beautiful and serene like place.
The state estimates that “during peak season, over 40,000 cars pass through each day,” but somehow the sound of the roaring engines, and perhaps the elevation of the bridge faded deeply into the background.
I am grateful to my friends Nicole and Tara for making Saturday happen. We walked across and back; five (5) miles total! Thank you!!
I will be running this bridge in the very near future.
Do what you fear and fear disappears.
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