Day two end!!

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End of day two wrap up!!

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Day zero

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Giving thanks

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Packing up

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Just before the start

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Counting Blessings

Why do you run? Because you love it? Because it's part of who you are? Because it gives you space? Solace? Comfort? Let's you eat pie? Pushes you beyond? How do you choose your big goal? Based on distance? Destination? Technical terrain? How long do you train for it? A year? A season? A few months? 

People keep asking me all these questions about the Bruce Trail. My answer? Most often? 

Because you didn't think I would.

Pay attention to your sports headlines today. Let me know how many times you hear about disability. I bet 98% of it's use refers to a player being injured and no longer able to take part. 

I believe persons with disabilities are being competitive, active, and engaged. And those that aren't are looked down on. Likely they don't know where to start. That's where Achilles Canada comes in. They taught me to run. They gave me tools to navigate the tough stuff. They connected me with amazing giving guide runners, bikers, swimmers. 

Please help me to spread the word about our End to End Bruce Trail run. Please share our story in your lunch room, over the water cooler. Please connect with Achilles and volunteer. 

And please know, that without all your love and belief... This wouldn't be happening. 

www.achillescanada.ca

www.gofundme/envisions-on-the-Bruce 

www.8percentnolimit.com 

Much love

rm 

T - MINUS 20

The COUNTDOWN is on!

Hold your horses, slow the buggy, take a deep breath.

There are exactly 20 days left until the Envisions END TO END CHALLENGE along the Bruce Trail begins.

Set your nerves aside and stop biting those nails!

Okay, so we are all excited and SUPER grateful for all your support and help so far in making this adventure one to remember.  And as the days tick away, as the big chunks of training subside, we have one last big announcement to make!!

To help us share around our message - that disabled athletes CAN and DO everyday - we are inviting you to take part in a little challenge.

For the next 20 days, tell us your favourite places to run, or favourite routes.  Either ones you have run or ones you hope to.  Attach the picture below and share our campaign around.  MAKE SURE YOU TAG Rhonda-Marie Avery in your post.

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Every time you do the above, your name will be entered into a soon-to-be-announced PRIZE PACK!

Let's make the world stand up and notice.  Let's create this space for disabled athletes to show up at your local trail race, your destination ironman, your learn to run clinics.  Let's shout from the tree tops that no matter who you are or where you start from... you can accomplish ANYTHING!

Thank you for all your belief and being part of this journey!

Much love,
rm

In Between

In the tiny crevices between training and life responsibility, between your "A" race and the step ups to keep you motivated, between sleep and waking... That's the place it's easy to lose all sanity in.  That's where you get to sit and worry about the details.  Where the what if's come out to play.  That's the time where the delicate doubt dances its tempestuous flirt in front of you. 

It's both the time to hold your beliefs close and protective, as well as the time to reach out and gather strength from others. It's the place where character builds upon the subconscious decisions you make minute by minute.  There is little room for ego here, but much need for confidence.  You can't float through this storm.  But neither can you swim upriver against the currents you've let out of the dam up stream.  

We are almost there. With 53 days to go until the first step on the Bruce is taken, we are almost there. When this year started, I attempted to buffer this space with adventurous distractions to keep my motivation high.  This weekend is one such adventure.  We are headed to Michigan for a 24hr bike race, ours spent on a tandem bike of course.  Sometimes you need an adventure for adventures sake.  Either that or the sound of a blind girl singing Journey on the bikes stoker seat for 22.5 hrs.  Training for this event has been interesting.  Most certainly I have neglected far too many coach recommended bike trainer hours.  But last night I was a bit more determined to get outside and ride.  With no guide (or tandem captain) available, I borrowed my daughters bike and bravely took to the high school track in the darker evening hours.  I haven't ridden solo in years.  I haven't had to steer in years.  I haven't been solely responsible for my own safety in, well, ok... bad example... 

But step back a minute.  What's your training like?  Do you train alone?  Do you organize group long runs?  Or rides? Do you go to the pool alone? Run the trails by yourself?  Do you brave the gym by yourself?  

This is an ongoing theme in my life.  This want to prove my ability balanced upon the tipping point with the need to have help from wonderful volunteers.  Whether they drive me to the trails and run slow for a few hours, or pick me up to go to the pool, or brace open water swimming tethered to a near stranger - I need them all.  And I am so grateful for every second.  

But back to your training, how would it be different if you had to rely on someone else's schedule, motivation, effort, availability for 88% of everything?  Would you have picked that A race? Who's bringing you to the start line? Who's driving you home?  Will they wait until you're finished?  Who's guiding? Can they run your speed? Who is training with you?  If your only trail access was by car, how often would you get exposure to the similar terrain that your race will be on?  How would your training change, if you depended on others to open the doors and make it accessible?  

How would your training be different if someone was relying on you, to do that for them?

A guide runners job is nearly thankless.  Cramming in workouts that aren't your tempo, or at your preferred time of day, or in the location you'd love to train in.  A volunteers job is less than pretty.  Drive here or there.  Pick up smelly gross runners.  Put the bike rack on the beloved car.  Change shoes and socks worth calling home about.  Supplying food and water on demand to this outwardly toddler transformed person you thought you knew.  

Ultra running changes you.  It makes you spin around and wonder, who am I to think I can do this? Or can't do this?  What do I offer the world?  Why is it that strength has so very little to do with finishing this race?  

Of course on a littler note, it also makes you do the sniff test on your clothes to decide whether you could get just one more run out of them. What's 50 more km gonna do?  It makes you squat in places your mom might be ashamed of.  It makes you an extrovert even when you just crave the quiet solace of the trail.  It makes you jump in the puddles and smile at the moon.  It makes you aware of the visiting rights of humans in the woods.  It puts a pace in your heart rate that brings a sense of calm like no other.  

But, would it do that for you, if you had to rely on others to make it so?

53 days to go.  None of this would be possible without the help and support of so many people.  There are those who are guiding a day on the trail in August, those I've bullied into guiding a training run already, those who put up with my rambling contemplative emails at stupid o'clock when I'm nearly caught in the space between.  There are those who helped by donating what they could, those that spread the word, those that have made some calls and organized details.  And there is that one person who lets me come home every night and hears my hopeful stubborn footsteps pacing around at all hours, in the dark.  I have no words to express my gratitude to everyone for believing in this cause. For believing in me. 

The Bruce Trails Northern Carin is calling in the distance.  I hear it standing there, declaring a start as much as a beginning.  I see it when I sleep.  I've gotten close to the Southern Carin.  It's very standoffish to me.  It whispers not yet my dear, not yet.  Earn your keep.  Stand tall every step. And cross that space in between. 

Much love on the run, 

rm

What Moves You?

On the short list of things that move you, on the quick notes of what motivates you, on the memo of what gets you up in the morning... where does purpose fit in?

How do you connect the dots between your dreams and your drive?  Is there a secret strategic dance you practice under the moon when no one's around?  Does promising yourself you will, mean enough to you to make it happen?  If not, why not?

Shouldn't the promises you make yourself be the most important promises you make?  Shouldn't YOU be worth the investment?

Write your own Cliffnotes. Be your own subject.  Be your own hero.  Be your gas pedal and motivation and steering wheel.  Be your own get up and go.  Create a sense of self awareness that our everyday is so very lacking in.  Who are you? What do you stand for? What do you believe in? What are you willing to work towards?  Decide. ... Decide, before someone decides for you.

There are a mere 87 days until this quest along the Bruce Trail begins.  That means there are 107 days until it ends.  There are buckets of effort kept in my closet; carefully canned and settling under dust.  They await their calling.  They await my need.  They are my reserve.  They are my hopes of making a statement for disabled people.  They are my fear of slipping through the cracks.  They are my training, my blood, sweat and tears.  They are all those people who support me; my family, my friends, my perfect strangers lost in their own struggles.  They are the wishing well pennies, the fairy dust I swept off my pillow.  They are the loud and the hush of my want.  And my heart beats to open each one, in time.

What moves you?  When you get up to go for a run, do you preplan a route?  Do you feel the trail tempting you during your best REM cycle?  Can you lose yourself against the contrast of the oldest tree decorated in morning dewy webs waiting to kiss you?  Can you cleanse a piece of desire in the cold creek that splashes over your shoe?  Do you have to set an alarm? Or is the sunrise enough? Where is your purpose?

Have you taken it out of your junk drawer? Polished it up? Set it out to be admired and questioned in the sunlight streaming through the drapes?  Purpose, when thriving, when pulsing with it's own need, refuses to be quiet and hidden.  It screams like the toddler in all of us, PAY ATTENTION!!!! Pay attention, or you will miss it.  Or you will ignore it.

87 days until with deliberate steps, this amazing team of volunteers takes flight.  87 days until every step means something more than I could ever have hoped for.  87 days to start the journey of meeting myself.  107 days until I get to reach out and shake her hand, hold her in a crushing embrace, and whisper.... "It's about freaking time you showed up!"

Please join us on this adventure from End to End of the Bruce Trail.  Please share your time with us.  Follow along.  Come run a bit with us.  Share our tale with your circle.  Please help create awareness for all disabled athletes.  Dream big, wide awake.

GO FUND ME

Much love on the run,
rm