Already significantly overweight before law school, the injury, horrible diet (can you say free pizza?) and hours and hours of studying coupled with a completely sedentary lifestyle added up to a middle-aged woman who was not just morbidly obese – I was “super obese.” I got hurt badly in a fall just before law school. Here’s a quick recap for those of you who don’t really know me or have lost touch. There could, one day, be fresh water dolphins, and as I’m not likely to be eaten by one, I believe that I’ll keep watching the waves near shore for them, whether I’m in Sarasota or Vermilion, watching the ocean or Lake Erie because I believe that when you believe it, you’ll see it. I saw a mink running across a log on my last run, though, and I don’t believe that I’m likely to be eaten by a mink, so I will start watching for them, as well. I will probably stop looking for alligators outside of Florida, because I really don’t think I want to encounter one at Old Woman’s Creek or Sheldon Marsh. Once upon a time, I never looked to the sky believing that I would see bald eagles, and alas, I didn’t see them, even when they were probably there. That said, I’ve chosen one without a time limit.
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I saw myself (in my purple and black tutu), crossing the RunDisney finish line, and when the time came to run the race, I never believed that I could fail.ĭiamond Dallas Page (DDP), started me on a voyage that gave me the strength and confidence that I needed to shed 130 pounds before crossing that finish line says, “whether you believe you can, or believe you can’t, you’re right.” With that in mind, I believe that I can cross the finish line in a full marathon. I envisioned myself crossing the finish line every time I finished a training run. On my second attempt I took a different approach. On my first attempt, I started the race with a belief that I couldn’t do it, and I proved myself right. It’s been four years since I last attempted (and finished) a half marathon. You do not succeed by picturing yourself failing. As far as I know, there’s nothing local that will eat me, and I rather like it that way. Now that I’ve learned to like kayaking, I’m not sure that I want to see alligators in Ohio. As we paddled back to the kayak return, a young man in a boat with several other “youngsters” playfully asked, “did you see any alligators out there?” I quipped back, “Not yet, but that doesn’t mean they’re not there,” and gave him a knowing look. Last year we rented a pair of kayaks and took them out on a beautiful fall day on a nearby reservoir where there were dozens of other people in kayaks and small boats. I asked, “do you watch for them?” He told me that he doesn’t look for eagles, and I have decided that’s why he never sees eagles! I recently told my husband that I see eagles often now, and it makes me happy every time that I spot one. I know I’m going to have a good day when I see an eagle on my way to work. Eagle spotting is one of my favorite ways to pass the time on my commute. I can differentiate between a soaring hawk and a bald eagle by the shape of the head, or the angle of the wings when it is too high overhead to see the color of its feathers. Now, I watch the birds soaring overhead for white heads and tails. Now, several years later, their population has grown, and I see them at least weekly, and often more frequently, on my daily drive near the shores of Lake Erie. Once I saw them that first time, I began watching in earnest. I could hardly wait to tell my husband that it had happened, at long last. I saw two bald eagles perched side by side in a tall tree by the side of the highway. One day, on a drive from Cleveland to Toledo, it happened. I began to watch the skies and the trees for eagles. I saw them again, a year later, on a trip to Florida (and I saw ‘gators, too!) Several years ago, I heard that several pairs (of eagles, not ‘gators) had established nests in Ohio. The first time that I saw a bald eagle in nature was in Alaska in 2007. It wasn’t so many years ago that bald eagles were unheard of here in Northeast Ohio. I have yet to see one, nor a mermaid, but a girl can dream… I stop on my run to watch the waves on Lake Erie for signs of dolphins, too. He just shakes his head when I reply, “I’m looking for alligators.” My husband will see me, apparently deep in thought, looking out the window on a long drive. I’ll admit that I may, from time to time, watch for ‘gators and dolphins here in Ohio, even knowing that such creatures would not survive here in Ohio. My family is rarely as excited as I am, but they humor me by participating in the excitement. I excitedly point and take photos when the ‘gators and dolphins make their appearances. When I’m at the beach, I watch for dolphins. When we’re driving through Florida, I watch the roadside ponds and ditches for signs of alligators. “Watching for things” is one of my favorite leisure activities.
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