Redrawing the Comfort Zone

                                              Ode to Burpees 
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If you had asked me, years ago, if I considered myself a risk taker, adventuresome person, or someone who does extreme things, I would have emphatically said, no. I never think of myself in that way, or I never did, until now. I am starting to think that there is something inside me that is wanting to push the envelope, harder than I ever have before. That urge started with my first 3 Day, in 2004. I had, up until that time, never considered taking on a physical challenge like that. It never entered my mind.  But I did it. I made up my mind that I could do it, and I did. And then I did it again the next year, and the next, and the next…for 11 years. Then came the 2 day/100 mile Breast Cancer Ride, another out-of-the-box event for me. Not to be swayed from the apparent course I had set for myself, I let a friend's great idea of doing a modified triathlon for the Longest Day event for Alzheimers become my next “thing". Again, out of the box, and kind of crazy. Not like anythin...