Anna

Anna

About a year ago, i spoke at the International Conference for Disability and Diversity in Honolulu and one of my commitments, while there, was to sit on a panel of 'experts' to discuss and field questions about innovations around the world for access for people with disabilities. One person was a literal ambassador. Next to me sat the president of something important at Sprint and a handful of other very positively influential people. They all had something very poignant to contribute and delivered quite eloquent presentations.

Then there was me. I was actually pretty bored. I mean, the innovations these people were discussing are very interesting, but thats just not who i am. I appreciate innovations, making my life easier (My incredible mountain bike is a very interesting innovation. So is my new surfboard that is being shaped this week! Woohoo!) but on a daily basis i adopt a philosophy that directs my attention elsewhere...to myself. I know that sounds elitist and self-righteous, but bare with me. And i know what the law says...The American Disabilities Act of 1978 and my civil rights and all the other very liberating steps the world has taken to make sure i'm not excluded. I appreciate a cutout in a curb or a ramp or bathroom stall i can get into. They make my life easier, BUT i live my life day in and day out under the umbrella understanding that LIFE IS NOT GOING TO BE COMFORTABLE, nor is it supposed to be. I don't like the phrase supposed to because it implies a certain state of predestination or set standard. By using supposed to i'm merely pointing to the thought that maybe this is what i wanted. I'll leave you with that thought to ponder...

As part of this philosophy i also believe that it is not the world's responsibility to adapt to me, but my responsibility to adapt to the world. When i shared this thought, during the panel discussion, i felt 100s of beaty little eyes squint in my direction. I saw scowls form and a wave of angry red energy rush towards me from the audience. I was contradicting everything that was being discussed but I couldn't sit there and listen to people complain anymore! All i heard was "We need this!" and "We need that!" and then the world will be a better place. I actually agree BUT in order for these things to happen, we need PIONEERS! A pioneer paves the way. That means getting out there in the world and putting yourself in uncomfortable situations before things like we were discussing are in place, not for the sake of 'paving' it for others, but merely because you want to be there. Call me crazy, but i believe we are called to something above the laws of this world, above the ADA or anything else. That is the law of self, where you create what you want though the power of the entire collective consciousness within you. Like Dr. Bronner said, "All-one". And this law drives me to not hold the world responsible to enable me, but that i am fully enabled already. I believe that where i am at, being paralyzed, is all my choice and anywhere i go with it must be reached via my effort, under my responsibility. The question i always ask myself, "How uncomfortable are you willing to get?" Getting, or not getting, to where i want to go is determined by my answer to that question.

Well you could imagine how this did not go over so well. The entire conference was about inclusion and changing the world, while i was telling people, with much 'greater' disabilities than myself, to change themselves. Whoa! Some very diplomatic sweeping of me under the carpet was deployed by the real live ambassador/moderator and the day saved. I scuttled dejectedly out of the room to the bathroom when the panel discussion ended and was met outside by two people who had connected with what i said. Relief! Yes, from what i did in the bathroom, but also from the support i felt from these two people. Thankfulness flooded me! However, in speaking with them, i realized what i did not say up there. During my share time on the panel, I touched on the point that i have it easy. I have a disability that allows me to do anything i want. I'm relatively young and strong and not limited at all really. I wholeheartedly admitted that i am not an authority on 'greater' disabilities and therefore could never understand. Well, by not taking that statement a step further, i pretty much succeeded in discrediting myself. What i did not say up there, was that there is always someone with a 'greater' disability. When we start to see our disability (Everyone has one. Physical or not. It just might not be as visible.) as something that 'happened' to us, then we set ourselves apart as an individual needing something else other what we have...which, i believe, is what we CHOSE! When we accept any given situation as what just is and simply choose to put one foot in front of the other from there, then we step into a provoked life. Provoked because THAT is actually what you came here to do. That is, WALK YOUR PATH. Thats it. Regardless of any law or preconceived notion or other people's thoughts or anything. 

One person who has helped me realize this is my good friend, Anna Young. In order for me to explain what she means to me, i need to rewind a little bit...

You see, I'm a fraud. I don't surf and bike and adventure because i have some special, above and beyond motivation i've discovered. my athletic endeavors, a lot of the time, are more about survival. On any given day, the major emotional emotional issue i deal with is feeling claustrophobic. You can imagine that not being able to get up and run, or even get up for anything, can feel very literally binding, like you're bound up. So i relieve myself of this feeling, and my anger, by getting out in nature. I have this deep seeded need to prove to myself that i am not bound and when i'm out there, i feel healed in a way. Sometimes i feel motivated and sometimes i don't, but. all the time, i feel 'stuck' and adventuring is my greatest coping mechanism.

Then i met Anna. Whats the ultimate thing that could happen to you to instill a critical level of claustrophobia? Being buried alive? Well, thats how Anna feels all day, every day. She has a rare lung disease that makes breathing literally almost impossible for her. Every breath is arduous. She lives in constant pain, near death, in and out of the hospital, in a constant state of being buried alive. If not being able to run feels binding, how does not being able to breathe feel?

So Anna's life has become a source of REALITY CHECK for me. I don't like the word inspiration. I don't know if i believe in it and it is definitely over-used. I believe in REALITY, in the here and now, and my choice in how i deal with it. I could feel sorry for myself. I'm paralyzed for god's sake! Or i could look at Anna, battling every second. At least i can lay at rest and sleep! Imagine what trying to sleep is like for her. I should have told everyone in that room about her. Thinking about facing your actual survival every minute of the day, puts things into perspective.

Now, I accept my path. No inspiration or motivation. It just is what it is. I came here to walk it. One foot in front of the other. It is MY responsibility to endure, not yours or the government's or the world's, based on some law. I accept help (sometimes), but when it comes down to it, if i want to get somewhere, the responsibility to enlist the help i may need and anything else falls on me. "Adapt. Overcome," Marine Sargeant Thomas Highway (Clint Eastwood, Heartbreak Ridge). The human will to survive is a very powerful thing, living in all of us, and you are capable of enduring so much more than your protective left brain allows you to believe. Odds are, at some point in your life, you will face your worst fears. They are your worst fears for a reason. That reason is very simple. You chose them. I always said my worst fear was being paralyzed and i speak to you now from experience: You are capable of rising from much greater depths than you ever imagined. There is no secret. There is no need to 'accomplish' anything. YOU are perfectly you, perfectly on your path. We all have days where we feel motivated and not so motivated. Don't seek inspiration, just walk your path. THAT is the provoked life.  Thank you, Anna!

Moab: A Photo Essay

Moab: A Photo Essay

I got Freedom's ashes right before leaving, so this trip was kind of about him. Still celebrating him.

I got Freedom's ashes right before leaving, so this trip was kind of about him. Still celebrating him.

I hoisted my bike on top of my car myself. Super proud but shitty gas mileage.

I hoisted my bike on top of my car myself. Super proud but shitty gas mileage.

Scored a powder day at Mammoth on May 9, 2015. Good thing i brought my ski gear!

Scored a powder day at Mammoth on May 9, 2015. Good thing i brought my ski gear!

Navigating a rock garden in Rock Creek. Practice for some of the technical terrain in Moab.Photo by Colin Farrell (@oppcreative)

Navigating a rock garden in Rock Creek. Practice for some of the technical terrain in Moab.

Photo by Colin Farrell (@oppcreative)

Gotta love riding with your friends!Photo by Colin Farrell with GoPro (@oppcreative)

Gotta love riding with your friends!

Photo by Colin Farrell with GoPro (@oppcreative)

Hit Rock Creek, Sand Canyon and Wagon Wheel all in one day with friends before heading east.Photo by Brahm Goodis (@bgoodis)

Hit Rock Creek, Sand Canyon and Wagon Wheel all in one day with friends before heading east.

Photo by Brahm Goodis (@bgoodis)

I may or may not have hit a tree.Photo by Colin Farrell (@oppcreative)

I may or may not have hit a tree.

Photo by Colin Farrell (@oppcreative)

Bootleg Canyon, Boulder City, NV. Running tubeless for the first time! The guys at All Mountain Cyclery really took care of us. Thats Fucci (total shredder) behind me.Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Bootleg Canyon, Boulder City, NV. Running tubeless for the first time! The guys at All Mountain Cyclery really took care of us. Thats Fucci (total shredder) behind me.

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Minco taught me i could love another dog again. He's an awesome trail dog, even at seven months old, and slept on top of me.Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Minco taught me i could love another dog again. He's an awesome trail dog, even at seven months old, and slept on top of me.

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

This is just a damn good man. Finally on our way to Moab.

This is just a damn good man. Finally on our way to Moab.

The first photo on the first day in Moab. BOOM! Circle-O TrailPhoto by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

The first photo on the first day in Moab. BOOM! Circle-O Trail

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Dark sky BTSPhoto by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

Dark sky BTS

Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

Beauty and life all aroundPhoto by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

Beauty and life all around

Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

Potential EC (Explorer catcher) here, because my front end is a little wider, but i was stoked how well my bike handled the technical terrain.Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

Potential EC (Explorer catcher) here, because my front end is a little wider, but i was stoked how well my bike handled the technical terrain.

Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

I was definitely challenged with the technical terrainPhoto by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

I was definitely challenged with the technical terrain

Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

Tight squeeze but look at that suspension working!Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

Tight squeeze but look at that suspension working!

Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

Klondike Bluffs. This was the hardest day of them all, physically. I was really challenged.Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Klondike Bluffs. This was the hardest day of them all, physically. I was really challenged.

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

The more time i spent with this guy, the more i wanted to be with him.

The more time i spent with this guy, the more i wanted to be with him.

Have never seen anything like this. Some serious Cloud Porn!Photo by Jeff Fox with iPhone (@foxonarock)

Have never seen anything like this. Some serious Cloud Porn!

Photo by Jeff Fox with iPhone (@foxonarock)

Slick Rock Trail. Lots of undulations and climbing this day, but my favorite by far. Really want to do this loop again now that i know it. That's Sylvie reeling me in. She's a good ride partner.Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Slick Rock Trail. Lots of undulations and climbing this day, but my favorite by far. Really want to do this loop again now that i know it. That's Sylvie reeling me in. She's a good ride partner.

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

The fun part!Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

The fun part!

Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

if you could see down into this canyon, you would understand why i'm sitting there. Absolutely breath taking!Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

if you could see down into this canyon, you would understand why i'm sitting there. Absolutely breath taking!

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

All smiles!Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

All smiles!

Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

Shit happensPhoto by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

Shit happens

Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

The Crew from Telluride Adaptive we met up with. From left to right: Sylvie, Ricky Bobby, Patty Wack, Madman Poole, Jer, and Jet (my fav). Cool to see all the different bikes.Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

The Crew from Telluride Adaptive we met up with. From left to right: Sylvie, Ricky Bobby, Patty Wack, Madman Poole, Jer, and Jet (my fav). Cool to see all the different bikes.

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

The terrain in Moab is so unique and I fell in love with it. If you haven't, you must.Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

The terrain in Moab is so unique and I fell in love with it. If you haven't, you must.

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Gemini Bridges! Blown away by the geologic history of this place. Taking this pic was a little sketchy, but i didn't care.Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Gemini Bridges! Blown away by the geologic history of this place. Taking this pic was a little sketchy, but i didn't care.

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Pausing for a Free Wheel, Thule and Toyota advertisement. There ya go Pat!Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Pausing for a Free Wheel, Thule and Toyota advertisement. There ya go Pat!

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

As much of a ham as i am, I discovered i like to be behind the camera too.

As much of a ham as i am, I discovered i like to be behind the camera too.

Foxy and i stopped to check out the Crackhouse so he could play around.Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Foxy and i stopped to check out the Crackhouse so he could play around.

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Foxy is super talented and makes it easy though.

Foxy is super talented and makes it easy though.

I wasn't gonna let these steps stop me.Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

I wasn't gonna let these steps stop me.

Photo by Diana Proemm (www.dpphoto.net)

This should be a postcard! FOUR national parks in one day started with sunrise at the Arches. Felt the energy of this place.Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

This should be a postcard! FOUR national parks in one day started with sunrise at the Arches. Felt the energy of this place.

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Then to Canyon LandsPhoto by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Then to Canyon Lands

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Then to Bryce CanyonPhoto by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Then to Bryce Canyon

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Saw a unicorn on the way to Zion

Saw a unicorn on the way to Zion

Then through Zion

Then through Zion

Silver Canyon, White Mountains. Are we in Nevada or California? I don't even know! On our way home, we struck the biggest adventure of them all. 6000 vert in 10 miles. The Land of Milk and Honey awaits beyond.Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Silver Canyon, White Mountains. Are we in Nevada or California? I don't even know! On our way home, we struck the biggest adventure of them all. 6000 vert in 10 miles. The Land of Milk and Honey awaits beyond.

Photo by Jeff Fox (@foxonarock)

Soaking it all in with a beer before crossing the last leg home to Mammoth. Thanks for the memories, Foxy!

Soaking it all in with a beer before crossing the last leg home to Mammoth. Thanks for the memories, Foxy!

Full Breach

Full Breach

Photo by Darlene Connoly

Photo by Darlene Connoly

When i arrive at the area i last saw the spouts, sweating, i stop and float. Silence. Nothing. The anticipation of a sudden startling noise, breaking the silence instantly, of a very large creature surfacing from the depths of the ocean, builds, almost unbearably, like watching a scary movie, waiting for the killer to strike out of the darkness. I brace for it. What seems like an eternity passes and then, finally, i hear it....

Rewind to a few hours earlier.

Its not my day. I seem to have a knack for disappointing people lately. Enjoyment warms me, from the steaming cup of coffee in my hand and looking at that big blue beautiful thing out in front of me, but under it all lies an uncomfortableness, eating at me. I feel like a failure. This is what happens when i don't surf. Its been over a week and this day is dedicated to getting out in the water so i can put the chatter at rest. After feeding and taking care of my dog and myself, and much a-do, its time to go. Board and gear are already loaded because this has been the missed goal of the last few days: Get in the water. A quick stop at the market along the way for a sandwich and coconut water to enjoy in the sun and i'm actually going. I'm actually going to surf! When i arrive, i'm greeted by a band of three other wheelchair users. The brash, potty-mouthed audacity of one of them who is "Sponsored by everyone under the sun" turns me off and i just want to enjoy my lunch in the sun alone, so i politely excuse myself to my wave watching. I remove my shirt, feeling the sun on my back. As i sit and watch, my intent wanes slightly because the howling wind is ripping across the surf. Kite boarders enjoy it, slicing though the chop, drawing white lines that disappear several feet behind them. When the kite boarders are out, its not a good sign, but i still have hope. A ridable wave rolls in every now and then. I ask each surfer, normally a good motivator because the usual responses are things like, "Its better than the parking lot," or "It felt good to get wet," or simply, "Its small but fun." Not the case. This day, i get, "Windy," and "I couldn't get into anything because of the wind," and "It was better earlier." I check the report. Its supposed to get even windier. Normally, i'll go out in any conditions. I always have fun. Being in the ocean is healing no matter what, but i came alone. I would need to amass a force of perfect strangers to help me and i'm just not sure the conditions warrant such an effort when i can easily find an alternate activity i can perform solo. OK asking strangers for help isn't exactly "massing a force", but sometimes it feels like it. This does not bode well for my grumpiness though and, after thirty minutes or so, i retreat.

Paddling with whales a couple years ago. You can see a big one take a look at me.

Back at home, i enjoy another cup of coffee in the sun, watch the morning show for the surf contest in Australia, catch up on emails and trudge through a text conversation with someone who i am disappointing. I decide that a sunset bike ride along the beach is a good alternative, even though my heart aches. I want to be in the ocean. I go through the motions of loading my bike in the car, a task not to be taken lightly and, as i leave the house, my upstairs neighbor yells, "Whales!" from the balcony, "At 9 o'clock," pointing straight out...at 12 o'clock. I laugh, correct her and drive off with a seed planted in my mind to keep an eye on the horizon. Back at the beach, I arrive to a surprise. The wind has stopped. I don't need to watch the surf long before i'm scanning for potential board caddies. Aha! A lifeguard truck sits unexpectingly on the other side of the parking lot. As i approach, i see its not one of the usuals. A young, tanned, good-looking female sits in the driver's seat, scribbling away on a form support by a metal clipboard. "Hey! How do you feel about helping me with my board after i get my suit on?" She's excited to help, we discuss details and i'm rolling back to the car, frothing, not at her, but about the fact that i'm about to surf! I can't get my suit on fast enough, the whole process hindered slightly by the massive mountain bike contraption in my car with me, but i figure it out. Within a few minutes, i'm in the water with my board, thanking the young girl as she walks back up the beach. Thankfulness overwhelms me. The embrace of my Mother, the Ocean, instantly washes everything away. I'm happy. It takes a while for my core muscles to start firing so the paddle out and first couple waves are a little awkward, constantly adjusting my seat and position. I catch a couple waves and its really fun. Small, but clean and lining up well on the reef with the extreme low tide. I see a whale spout about mile out and yell about it. A couple more waves and see more spouts in the same spot. The thought hits me, "I could paddle out there." "No way. Thats way further than it looks and they'll be long gone by the time you get there. Besides your wearing a 4/3. You'll be dying of heat." Over the course of the next 15 minutes or so i see the spouts two more times in the same spot and its on. I'm paddling out into the ocean, into the sunset, chasing whales and i'm happy. I feel at home. As i predicted, the distance turns out to be much further than i thought, but the spouts spurt up every five minutes or so and help me keep my bearings. I'm getting closer.

When i arrive at the area i last saw the spouts, sweating, i stop and float. Silence. Nothing. The anticipation of a sudden startling noise, breaking the silence instantly, of a very large creature surfacing from the depths of the ocean, builds, almost unbearably, like watching a scary movie, waiting for the killer to strike out of the darkness. I brace for it. What seems like an eternity passes and then, finally, i hear it. The sound of a whale's exhale is like music, caressing my troubled brain with softness and wisdom. Its not too close though. Maybe 75 yards away...at 9 o'clock. As my attention focuses on that spot and i start to paddle in that direction, not even 40 yards away, directly in front of me, a juvenile whale launches itself into the air, its entire body except for its flukes out of the water, splashing down sideways, sending various geysers of displaced water 30 feet into the air. Its a baby, but still the length of my apartment. I scream! Then, seconds later, another full breach and another. Four full breaches! They are playing! "Are they showing off for me?" "No way. I'm nothing to them. They don't even know i'm here." And my doubts are silenced. A whale head emerges 25 yards away and stays still. Its one of the larger ones, an adult. She is looking at me. Silence. And then disappears into the dark blue water. I choke down a sob. Thankfulness moving my soul so powerfully, it hurts. I feel loved and trusted. I feel given to. A large pod of small dolphins races through, elegant and graceful. They cruise right by, seeming to take no notice of me. Their breathes and splashes causing me to twist and turn around, trying to see them all. They come close. Almost within touching distance, but i simply admire, now moved to tears. I am so small, but special simply in my being. 

Photo by Brandon Russel, Minaret Photography

Photo by Brandon Russel, Minaret Photography

After they pass, my thoughts move to the sun, now low on the horizon, and my dwindling time out here. I tell myself i'll wait to see the spouts one more time and then start making my way back. I sit. A straggler dolphin breaks the silence and startles me. After several minutes a tall white spout bursts into the air in the distance. There they are! Further away now and i think about paddling in pursuit, but decide to relinquish the chase. I still want to surf! The return paddle is arduous, especially in the thick warm wetsuit. The swell pushes me in and i work on my paddling technique, stroking hard to stay on the runners, resting between them, stroking hard again to stay on the next one, and i'm brought back to paddling in Hawaii last summer.  I crawl over the kelp bed, inching closer and closer to the surf line. White crests and eventually the red trunks of a paddle boarder begin to take shape. Then one black dot and another. The swells gradually increase in size and power underneath me and i finally find myself back in the lineup, turning around just in time to catch the golden sunset. I imagine my large friends frolicking way out there, as the sky changes hue, and i smile. Anything we do with a heart full of thankfulness, will have an element of grace to it...and i surf my ass off til well after dark. Friends in the lineup stay late to help me out of the water and when i finally get home, i walk my dog, order a pizza, and pass out watching Dumb and Dumber, with a smile on my face, in all my clothes, with all the lights on, into a deep satisfied sleep.