I have less than a week to go before the marathon, and we all know what that means: taper. This means I'm easing back on the mileage in order to give my body a chance to rest and recover from the stress I've put on it in the last few months. This means, in turn, that I can finally do normal things on a Sunday again instead of running 20 miles by myself. Normal things like going to Wissahickon Creek over in PA with Stevie, a friend from the theater.
We spent the first hour there scaring ourselves by climbing the rocks. Now I get to scare my grandmother with this picture:
When we tired of the rocks, we decided to give cliffjumping a go. Now, I've been cliffjumping before. I've scaled trees and climbing walls. I've ridden insane rollercoasters and jumped out of planes. But I still found myself standing at the edge of the 20 foot drop genuinely scared to make the jump.
Me: Are you going to jump?
Stevie: Absolutely! I'm not letting you show me up!
I can honestly say that I love cliffjumping. It's not standing at the edge trembling for 10 minutes that I enjoy. It's not my stomach bumping into my throat as I scream on the way down that I enjoy either. And it's certainly not the indelible image these things leave in the minds of spectators. No, it's the feeling of conquering a fear, however small and unreasonable it may be.
We both managed two jumps apiece, and afterwards, all that was left was to reenact our terror for the camera:
We spent the first hour there scaring ourselves by climbing the rocks. Now I get to scare my grandmother with this picture:
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| Can this count as crosstraining? |
When we tired of the rocks, we decided to give cliffjumping a go. Now, I've been cliffjumping before. I've scaled trees and climbing walls. I've ridden insane rollercoasters and jumped out of planes. But I still found myself standing at the edge of the 20 foot drop genuinely scared to make the jump.
Me: Are you going to jump?
Stevie: Absolutely! I'm not letting you show me up!
I can honestly say that I love cliffjumping. It's not standing at the edge trembling for 10 minutes that I enjoy. It's not my stomach bumping into my throat as I scream on the way down that I enjoy either. And it's certainly not the indelible image these things leave in the minds of spectators. No, it's the feeling of conquering a fear, however small and unreasonable it may be.
We both managed two jumps apiece, and afterwards, all that was left was to reenact our terror for the camera:
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