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My newest twitter comic artist crush is Eleanor Davis. She left Arizona on March 18th on a bike trip to Georgia, and is posting her comic journal pages of her progress. It starts here. Her timeline isn't too much else since then, so definitely go ahead and read those comic pages. Some gems include her run-ins with border patrol. Thankfully (???) she has the right color of skin.
She's struggling a lot with knee pain. I think this is why I'm currently on the brink of tears. I went on a walk for the first time at lunch on Friday since I hurt my knee the first time last summer. I didn't get very far, and it started aching that afternoon, with some puffiness and slightly visible discoloration this weekend.
Days 17 and 18
Days 19 and 21 (part one)
Day 21 (part two) - where I start losing it.
Her talk with a sports trainer - where I'm really losing it. "Should I cancel my bike trip, doc?"
Acupuncture - that sounds so much like when I wanted to cry for being validated by my PT guy.
She says she's not sure if she'll finish her trip. "I've actually kind of regretted deciding to share the trip b/c it makes decisions like whether to quit harder, when you have an audience"
And that's the part where I really started tearing up. Admission of failure. Admission of even contemplating failure. That pride. Having an audience to your potential failure. To your weakness. Admitting that you don't know if you are strong enough to continue. We are so often fed the story of the underdog who overcomes adversity and wins. But not so often the story of the person who tries, falls down, tries some more, and still fails. You know, like most of us.
In 2013, I was following a MeFite who took off of work to thru-hike the entire Appalachian Trail. Her blog is here. Spolier alert: she didn't make it. Well, I mean, she SURVIVED, but she didn't complete the thru-hike.
Like, I hurt for those failures. I feel it in my chest, that dropping feeling of failing. But just being able to read about the pain and struggle in real time helps me in my own pain, you know? Like, I'm not alone in my struggle?
She's struggling a lot with knee pain. I think this is why I'm currently on the brink of tears. I went on a walk for the first time at lunch on Friday since I hurt my knee the first time last summer. I didn't get very far, and it started aching that afternoon, with some puffiness and slightly visible discoloration this weekend.
Days 17 and 18
Days 19 and 21 (part one)
Day 21 (part two) - where I start losing it.
Her talk with a sports trainer - where I'm really losing it. "Should I cancel my bike trip, doc?"
Acupuncture - that sounds so much like when I wanted to cry for being validated by my PT guy.
She says she's not sure if she'll finish her trip. "I've actually kind of regretted deciding to share the trip b/c it makes decisions like whether to quit harder, when you have an audience"
And that's the part where I really started tearing up. Admission of failure. Admission of even contemplating failure. That pride. Having an audience to your potential failure. To your weakness. Admitting that you don't know if you are strong enough to continue. We are so often fed the story of the underdog who overcomes adversity and wins. But not so often the story of the person who tries, falls down, tries some more, and still fails. You know, like most of us.
In 2013, I was following a MeFite who took off of work to thru-hike the entire Appalachian Trail. Her blog is here. Spolier alert: she didn't make it. Well, I mean, she SURVIVED, but she didn't complete the thru-hike.
Like, I hurt for those failures. I feel it in my chest, that dropping feeling of failing. But just being able to read about the pain and struggle in real time helps me in my own pain, you know? Like, I'm not alone in my struggle?
