No, I haven't been hang gliding again, and I haven't succeeding in writing another Grandmother essay.
But this may in the long run be bigger than either of those:
For the first time that I can clearly remember since about 1995-ish, I went jogging by myself. Which is a bigger deal when you realize that the only times I've jogged with someone else in the meantime are countable on one hand.
You see, in 1988, I repeatedly injured my left knee, hyperextending it in a crazy child's running-in-a-circle-with-your-arms-locked-together-with-another-person kind of game, which I was playing with a bunch of adults. It was bad enough that I was on crutches for a while, required x-rays, etc.
And each time I've tried to jog since then, that knee has wound up hurting and getting wobbly, despite wearing a knee support. For a while I was even doing the thigh exercises recommended by two MD's, but the knee still suffered beyond what I could consider healthy.
So I said goodbye to jogging/running and went on with my life, finding adrenaline in other ways. And I really missed it at times, because in junior high and high school, I was a runner both competitively and just as a way to wind down and keep my mind in balance.
Then, last year, I went jogging with a friend and discovered that if I stayed on the grass, my knee didn't hurt.
Being a heat-intolerable type of person, I wasn't about to try to continue that in the June/July/August of the year. I don't know why I didn't start in the fall. I went once with another friend in the winter, but she is such an athlete and I'm such a competitor (i.e., I won't admit that I'm dying and can't breathe and need to stop.... now!) that I nearly killed myself and was sore for days on end. And then it kept getting cold, and I was having earaches. And on and on.
I did buy a watch for running. And some other apparel. A little calendar for recording times and distances, etc. Psyching myself up even while the weather and ear didn't cooperate.
But today I did it. I'm not going to say how much, or little, I ran, because it's embarrassing.
But I did it.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step, right?