Show me the guy who fears no evil because he’s the baddest dude in the valley of death, and the woman who climbs El Capitan before breakfast. You think they’refearless? Tougher than a Deca Ironman? I’d have to agree. But I think I did something scarier and tougher than either of them. Little old me. Miss forty-five-year-old can’t-do-no-better-than-a-half-ironman, me.

I risked everything for love.

Pish posh, you say. Love is easy. You can fall in love any night of the week, and fall back out in time to start over again by Sunday.

Well, yes, you can do that. It’s easy. But it isn’t love, and it isn’t risk-taking. I’m talking about love as an extreme sport, love with the loser put to death, love played with hearts ripped out of the chest and handed over at the beginning of the “match.”

 

Click here to read the rest of “Cliff Diving, Falling in Love, and Other Extreme Sports” on Beyond Limits Magazine.

Ciao,

Pamelot

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6 Responses to Cliff Diving, Falling in Love, and Other Extreme Sports

  1. sheila says:

    Wow! You AMAZE me, so brave! Btw, I adore your blog subtitle! Got a good chuckle out of that one! hahaha!
    Your blog is beautiful!

  2. JamieAnne says:

    I’m impressed!

    That picture is beautiful.

    • Pamela says:

      Thank you, JamieAnne, who I incorrectly called Maytina earlier, b/c I have a Maytina friend with a “so very domestic” blog and I feel terrible about confusing the two of you!

  3. Terri Sonoda says:

    Ah love! It tests us, messes with our inhibitions, and pushes our limits. It changes us. Love is awesome. You are a brave woman in love. Eric is a lucky man. Such awesomeness leaves me smiling and happy to know this kind of love exists. In a word? Awwwww!

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