Fears. We all have them. I wouldn’t believe anyone on earth if they told me they are completely, 100%, not afraid of anything.
If you asked me on the spot, what am I afraid of, I would tell you the following:
1) Millipedes. Yes, the insect. I really have no earthly idea how this came about. Something about all of those little legs and the segmented bodies…*shudders*. For similar anatomical reasons, I can’t stand shrimp either. But at least I can look at a shrimp without crawling out of my skin. Still, I have no idea how one can not only eat a shrimp, but sit at a table and rip it’s creepy exoskeleton off of it’s body, dip it in cocktail sauce and chomp away. Ugh. But anyway, I get a little nervous in pet stores or zoos when browsing the typical reptile/amphibian/insect rooms. You know, “hey, look at that snake, oh cool there’s a tarantula, hmm what’s in this tank here ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmilipeeeedeeeeeeee” as I jump backwards and plow over whoever may be in my way, sparing no little children or senior citizens.
excuse me I need a moment to compose myself after even thinking about it. uggghh.
2) Tornadoes. Probably a little more understandable, but also a little strange, considering I grew up in Vermont. Tornadoes are ranked just slightly above Unicorn sightings for frequency in Vermont. However, here in South Carolina, they are much more real, and in the summer, the tornado warnings and watches are basically a weekly deal. It’s gotten better over the years, and as a mom now, I have to hold the fear inside, but the second the sky starts to turn colors I begin stalking weatherchannel.com and devising a “worst case scenario” plan in my head. Seriously, a basement or two in these parts would be nice.
While I’m certain there are other situations that would certainly leave me shaking in my boots, these are the two that come to mind that frankly, I don’t even like to think or talk about.
Then…there are the “fears” that don’t necessarily terrify me, but make me a little uneasy. Or a lot uneasy. Whatever. Let’s talk about one I’m going to face this weekend:
I know what you are thinking: “How many times can this chick post this picture on her blog? Over and over and over, we get it, you jumped over fire, you fell on a log, you tore up your ankle. It was a year ago. Move on”
But seriously…the *one thing* I was scared of BEFORE the warrior dash was the fire. Fire makes me uneasy. The fact that I sustained a 2nd degree tear of a pretty useful and necessary ligament in my ankle while leaping said fire pit just slightly traumatized me from wanting to hurdle flaming logs again anytime soon.
That I physically CAN do things that appear (OK, are) crazy. But most of all, that I CAN muster up the courage to do things that take me WAY out of my comfort zone. And succeeding at something that make you step out of that comfort zone is like a big fat “boo-yah” in the face of the weak version of you. Call me crazy, but it feels good to not let the fear win.
And so I’m counting down the hours to our adventure this weekend. But please Spartans with the pugil sticks, please, PLEASE, spare my ankles. Thanks