Question of the Day | 08/28/2009 12:00 am
What's the most physically grueling/challenging thing you've ever done?

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We were in Yosemite and decided to take the Panoramic Trail down to the Valley floor from Glacier Point. It is about a 9 mile trek up and down mountains. You hike through Illouette Falls - switchback trails that reveal some of the great secrets of Yosemite. There are wood and wire bridges that cling to rock faces 5000 feet up, forested areas so gorgeous and private that you want to cry, until you come to the top of Nevada Falls and cross over it to take the Mist Trail down to Happy Isles passing Vernal Falls on the way. Well, after we traversed down about 1000 feet I sprang my ankle. I didn’t want to climb back up so I went the next 8 miles on the most painful sprained ankle. It took all day to get to the bottom and the clinic. It was grueling but I got to the bottom.
Other than that —- Childbirth - hands down. Natural childbirth twice - you would have thought that the first time taught me, but of course, it was so worth it.
Me, too, with the childbirth, Frannie Em. I watched a film showing women sipping orange juice as they walked back to their rooms after 20 hours of labor prior to delivery. This was not my experience and, apparently, changing your mind in the labor room is not an option.
Also, I’ve climbed Mt. Washington in New Hampshire twice. I’m a slow learner, and I don’t care what my husband says, there is no path. He sarcastically asked me if I would like a sidewalk. No, I answered, I want a paved walk up the middle and handrails would be a nice touch. I’m not Mother Earth, but you still shouldn’t try to fool me.
Peace and grace
Hi Beth,
Nope you can’t change your mind in the delivery room and no one can do it for you. I remember when I as about 5 months pregnant and I realized that nobody was going to deliver that baby but me. The doctors and nurses would hang out and check me, but it was all up to me.
"Paved walk up the middle with hand rails" LOL
my warnings were just awakening and i didn’t understand them. i was 13 and very naive. all knew was that everybody i loved would die around me. when i told this to my step mother she took me to the elders in the congregation and told them i was demon possessed or some crap like that. i remember the elder telling me, i don’t think your demon possessed. just don’t tell your mom about your dreams anymore. so i didn’t. it was very hard. my best friend was too young to understand. my councillors thought i was nuts. so i just stayed home and played my carpenters, donny osmond and jackson five records in my room and cried a lot. when the first two deaths happened, nobody brought up what i had seen. but it was very hard.
when i got married to my first husband at 17, he was the first person to understand b/c we both saw my step mothers death coming. for the longest time i thought i could only predict death. but later i found that if i get that feeling i could change it, but making sure that the person knew to be careful or to get to a dr. my best friend says, "if nancy says, don’t get on that plane, train or in that automobile, you better walk!" (why she couldn’t believe me about kerry being wrong as our president i could never get her to understand, i just knew if he took over we would be saying prayers 5x a day, so i voted for bush. but i didn’t want to). anyway, it was hard when my step mother died. but by then i was better able to handle it. i wasn’t as close to her. but my husband was. so she died happy without the respirator.
When in college, moving all of my belongings (and I had far more than was reasonable or necessary) from one apartment to another three blocks away on foot in 115 degree heat without a single shade tree along the way. It’s not quite akin to staggering out of a desert with no water, but whenever anything seems physically challenging, I do remember that day and then what’s facing me doesn’t seem all that bad.
(And yes, compared to some of the others, I meant for this to be on the lighthearted side.)
Chris Glass I can very well sympathize with you. I bought a lovely, over one-hundred year old farm house, years ago, which we are still restoring. In another hundred or so years, probably our present work will be done and someone else will buy it and still be able to say it is a “lovely, over one-hundred year old house”. When we first moved in, I decided that it was absolutely sacrilegious to see that anyone would have painted the beautiful staircase; and such a terrible color. I decided that I was going to restore that beautiful staircase to its original natural wood beauty. I did a great job of it. It only took me about four months, working sometimes four or five hours at a time (sporadically, not every day), and about four hundred dollars worth of paint and varnish remover, plus special tools and steel wool and sandpaper. It was a thing of beauty when I finished. Certainly worth the effort to again see how an obviously master carpenter constructed it and who would rejoice to see it restored back to the beauty and elegance of it’s original structure. It wasn’t long however, that the slick luster of the wood was causing sometimes serious mishaps, because slipping became an almost chronic and dangerously painful event experienced by every member of the family. So it was mutually decided that something had to be done. The solution: the beautiful wooden staircase is now completely covered with plush, gun-metal grey, carpet. However, the banister is still natural wood and mixed with the terribly expensive carpeting job, the effect is quite acceptable.
It must have tugged at your heart to have to move away from the beautiful home you labored at so long to restore to your liking. Thankfully some of us enjoy and take great pride in the results of our labors even if sometimes the intention doesn’t work out according to our original plan.
Lauriate … first time on. Always finding something new about you … and now imagining you in a farmhouse - which I imagine as two story so you have lost your hideaway perhaps … or found another one. Being a big city girl, does a farm house come with "property" perhaps … Are there cows on the hillsides or just a vast green landscape with water perhaps?
The staircase sounds elegant - hopefully not having the 29 stairs I have on my other home that test the legs all the way up to the dreamworld above. But are you living in an area where family have lived for years … as some people stick close to their roots? Does it have front porch? I already know it has to be peaceful for you would have nothing less - and of course, room for books and more books. Loved your story. Joan
Joan everything you state is completely factual and true, but completely not me. I am a big city boy. Wish I could tell you whole story but would be very much off topic. This is my retirement home in distant vacation area I loved as a child. Stairway not elegant. . Porch is now my “downstairs” studio. No third story but the “Upstairs” studio replaces dreamland third floor room of my youth. Sixteen steps no appreciable test on my legs, but terrible challenge to my fingers forced to remove layers of paint and varnish. Loads of property. No cows. Lots of wild animals… but no Polar Bears !

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