Olympics dreams

Citius, Altius ,Fortius...that's the official Olympic slogan. It means Faster, Higher, Stronger (in Latin). It's everything that the Olympic embodies...man/woman pushing themselves beyond their limits to achieve more...more than their best, more than people thought was possible...athletes laying everything on the line to achieve their highest goals.

As a child, I remember being really excited that the olympics were on again. For two weeks, you would find me planted in front of the tv as much as possible. The athletes could do amazing things that I didn't know were even possible. And it almost didn't matter what the sport was, I was enthralled by the superhuman abilities. To this day, there are very few sports I won't watch during the olympics but there are a few I don't care about watching at all. I can't tell you most of the names of the athletes I watched or what country won what medals in any events but the feeling I got while watching them has always been with me. They always tell the stories of the underdogs and their rise to the top. These inspiring stories taught me to dream big because it is possible!

We had lots of pairs of roller skates growing up so we were out often skating. When I felt like I could have some privacy for a little while (long enough to practice some) I would dress up in my bathing suit, my tourqoise skirt and tights, with a scarf tied around my waist. I doubt it looked much like a real ice skating costume but it made me very happy to be wearing it. Then I would run downstairs to the basement and put on a pair of roller skates. I would do my routines down there in secrecy. I was so sure I was going to be a great figure skater someday if I could just get on the ice. Evetually, I finally got to go ice skating. I loved it every bit as much as I thought I would. When I 16, I took a beginner's class with a friend of mine from Australlia. The beginner's class was all 4-6 year olds, except us and we mastered the moves much more quickly than them so we had a lot of practice time and it was a little boring. But after I got married, I worked at a rink and I used a pair of rental skates every day. One day, Don (the owner), got in a shipment of new rental skates. I asked him how much they were and if I could buy a pair with his bulk discount. He made a call and next thing I know, I had a pair of very nice skates on the way. It was Christmas gift from him. He wanted me to have a good pair of skates because he wanted to teach me some moves. I hadn't asked him to teach me anything...only to do them so I could watch. After I got the skates, everyday, during the slow times he would go out with me and teach me something new or try to fix what I was doing wrong. That was the funnest job I have EVER had. I never became great at it but I was proud of what I was able to learn to do in my short time with him.


These pics were taken as Don was melting the ice (it was a portable rink) so it was very sloshy and I fell in the puddles many times but I had fun. This was the last time I saw Don.


Landing from either a toe loop or a salcow.

Preparing to spin.

In the middle of a spin.

I had another olympic dream. When I was 19 I started biking. I rode every waking moment...well, as much as I could anyway. I decided to try my hand at racing after a year or so. I participated in the Eureka Road Race in Eureka, Utah. My parents drove me out to the race. It was a 40 mile race. The first part of the race, I was out in the lead (which I found out later was a bad move). I felt amazing! after sometime, we came to this giant uphill (I was already lagging way in the back) and the sag car was behind me. I pushed so hard that I was SOOOO sure that the people in the car were going to see me throw up but that didn't happen. There was no way I was going to stop, not with a car following me. So I peadled on. I caught up to the youngest of the racers (13). At that point, Mom and Dad were in the car behind me acting as the sag vehicle. I was so tired and ready to stop but I didn't want them to see me stop so I kept on...and kept on and kept on. At the sprint line, the 13 year old took off at a sprint. I tried but it turns out, I was already going all out and no more speed could be had out of my tired legs. I crossed the finish lines after 2 hours. So I averaged 20 MPH for 2 hours making it the fastest ride of my life. It was exhausting, tiring, painful, gruleing and exhilirating. I couldn't wait to get better so I could do it again.


Later in the season, I met with a coach and spoke to him about my hope to someday make it to a Category one and maybe the Olympics. We rode together and he told me what he liked about what he saw and what needed work and that he felt that I had it in me to make it to a category 1...he didn't really mention the olympics but let's face it, I was already 20 and people are already ready for the olympics by then, or at least well on their way. So we started working together. At my next (and last) race, I was 1 of 3 woman racers in my category. This was a criterium race which means it goes in a circle over and over. It went around the outside loop of UVCC (or whatever it is now). The first couple of loops, I stayed in there with everyone else (all categories were out there together but not competeing against each other). Then, I started to fall behind. I kept my speed up as much as possible. I started to get a terrible stomach cramp but caught up to the older brother of the 13 year old I biked with in my first race. He gave me a Goo packet. It was horrible but was amazing for the stomach cramp. It went away almost instantly. One more lap around the college and I felt like I was going to explode. I made it to the top of the hill where my coach and all the spectators were. I pulled over next to the coach and told him that I had to quit. He told me "I won't coach anyone who quits." He told me I could do it. I could go slower, but don't quit. So I used my inhailer and got back out there. I put everything I had into it and each time I came back across where the crowd was, they were all clapping and yelling my name and it gave me the strength to go on. It was such a great feeling to have all those people pulling for me. In the end, I finished 2nd in my category. That was the last race of the season that year. And then I met Adam and moved out to Georgia where I pretty much quit biking.




Picture taken on my touring bike (not my racing bike) as I took off for a ride here in Georgia many years ago.

You can still find me planted in front of the tv for the two weeks of the Olympics every two years. Obviously, at 30 years old, I will never be in the olympics but I'll probably always have that big dream in the back of my mind...the one that makes me push myself to achieve more than I thought I could... Citius, Altius, Fortius!

Memories

I have been going through things deciding what to pitch, what to give to Goodwill and what to keep.

Adam's family has a newsletter published every month by his grandma. It's all the Fischer side of his family. It's fun to read about what other people are up to (even though I don't know many of them very well, but you would be surprised how many of them I have met more than once). Adam's Aunt Barbara started doing the same thing as I am but she has a lot more memories saved. She has started writing in her journal about what these things mean to her. She takes pictures, scans them, whatever and then gets rid of the object. There are even some heirlooms that she is offering to whoever wants them since she doesn't use them.

She inspired me to do a little of the same. So here's a couple of pictures of some items I've been saving for a long time and am ready to give up now but want to remember them and what they mean to me.

This picture has 4 things that mean different things to me. The Ty Detmer card was something I got at D.A.R.E. I was so proud to have gotten Ty Detmer's card that I have saved it all these years...perhaps it would be worth something someday. I have given up on that idea. The pink and white rope was a friendship bracelet that Jennifer Fair gave to me after we moved to Florida. I wore that bracelet for at least a year. It fell off but I safety pinned it back together and wore it that way for another year or so. I finally took it off but wasn't willing to give it up. They Just Say No pin was something I got at Ruskin while working on the Just Say No posters and campaign while in the student council. I still know part of one of the songs on the Just Say No tape. "Just say no, just say no, just say no. Just say no, just say no, just say no. Just say no, that's the only way to go, just say no, just say no, just say no. Cigaretts you don't need." *head bopping to a very catchy beat* They're a very filthy weed. Just say no, just say no, just say no....." The last thing in this picture is a bunch of old stamps from Dad. He collected these stamps as a child and gave them to me when I started showing an interest in stamps myself. I was so happy that he gave me something that meant something to him. Unfortunately, I taped most of them into a stamp collection book. Those are long gone. This is what is left of his once much larger collection.

This picture just has my cross stitch projects. The two smaller ones are the first ones I have ever finished. The middle one is one that I had started while living in the Hone house. I quit working on it when I could no longer stick the needle through the holes. The instructions said that on 32 count aida fabric, it would have turned out to be 6 1/8" x 4 3/8". That was the smallest count fabric they had listed. Well...mine is only 3 5/8" x 2 1/2. Teeny tiny!!! I saved it thinking maybe one day I'd start it back up. 2-3 years ago, Sheri sent me the same cross stitched project (about 3 times the size of mine) finished and framed. So, I no longer feel a need to hang onto the original project. Thanks, Sheri!

Both of these were made by a man in Savannah, GA. Adam and I went there for our anniversary 5 years ago. I had just found Jack and I was so worried that Jack would be claimed y his owner while we gone and I would never see him again. Needless to say, that didn't happen. We were walking down the river front street when this man asked us if Adam wanted to buy me a rose. Adam said yes, and he proceeded to make this rose out of a palmetto frond. It was really neat to watch. So later, while walking the same stretch of road in the opposite direction, he asked Adam if he wanted something to go with that rose, so again, Adam said yes. He made the heart thing. He was really skilled at working with the palmetto fronds which were still green and flexieat he time. He told us how the palmettos were sacred to the Native Americans. He was a tall lanky black man who looked like he had missed some meals. We saw him make a few more things for other people as well. I always really liked these but I really don't know what to do with it. I had the heart with the flower tucked in it hung on the wall but the curly parts were always sticking out too far into the room.