Pip Files

If there was an indicator as to when we made an impact on someone it would be a hell of a lot easier…but, as far as I know life doesn’t work that way…Suck it up and realize each passing tick of the clock is an opportunity to be or witness that said impact

So now beyond the bs…that impact is either bad ass or full on suck…being a change or a shift in someones life is not to say that you are doing something amazing and in the right direction..you might be the road block or the reminder as to why a new direction is needed ( as they might be to you)…So here is my bag…personal choice…you chose…are they your road block or your opportunity to let your true bad ass come out???

Over the past few years I have kinda half ass made the choice…over the past 6 months I have let others really see where I fall short and guess what..they are still here the sun still rises…They too have days of not being 100% and my love for them does not change.

I would love to be able to say..”I do not need anyone…I have my shit soooo together that your words or actions mean little to me”…but, I also love the fact that yeah…I am present enough to get swept up with an outburst (they sometimes suck and hurt…but it is a moment that is shared…a moment that is a bubble of a relationship)…I am present enough to know that I wanna help if there is something that can be fixed…..to attempt to change my impact from less than “meh” to kinda there to help.

There are few things in my life that I know I am full on kick ass at….1) laugh so hard I cry 2) make less than great choices but find the good in it anyway 3) here is the deal with (3) it used to be let people unload on me..some call it “being a sounding board”…honestly, it’s letting someone unload with little respect towards you…but now (3) is being there when someone needs it…letting them unload but to a point!…

Guess what…sometimes those we love (or ourselves)…forget about the tick of passing opportunity or witness…we all forget that our present has bumped into those we are close to and we impact the choice of what they do next….

We are all at the constant state of opportunity or blame..dark or light..bull shit or straight up….take it or leave it….It is not all freaking rainbows and butterflies in the ol’ belly… Sometimes, at the end of the day, you pat yourself on the back with a faint smile….and realize your actually pretty cool with embracing the suck….sometimes it reminds you “the suck” now is so much less than “the suck” from the other day…

like I said…it’s all choice

xoxo
Pip

I already ranted on my FB page…so the big ol’ PR machine let’s see how it goes

http://www.peopleiwanttopunchinthethroat.com/2012/01/open-letter-to-beyonce-jay-z.html

I’ve been having a hard time keeping up…I basically haven’t been riding or practicing..I’ve let lifes little flutters of change get in the way.  Usually by now I would be well prepared for 24HOB this year it is not the case…I haven’t had that spark that usually pushed me into gear.  Until this morning:

Over the past few months Monks (my son) has began to learn how unfair and random life is.  He and my nephew go to the Fletcher School…My nephew was in first grade with a little girl named Erica Ely…Fletcher is a small school and my nephews class had a total of 6 kids, Erica being one of them.  Yesterday was their moving up ceremony…I watched as H and then Monks walked the stage…But Erica was not there.  Since the age of 2 Erica has battled brain cancer and last night she lost her battle….

I sit her in total sadness knowing that Erica’s family is going through this…I can not imagine the loss of a child.  I can not imagine the loss of a sibling..My thoughts and prayers are with them.

I sit here in utter disbelief that my son and nephew have been touched by cancer yet again (the loss of my Dad…an amazing man they never met)…The other week Monks asked me why Erica had to get cancer and why medicine wouldn’t make her better.  I had no answer….

As a parent I feel like I should have answers or at least be able to find them…..The same week Monks gave me $100 that he earned to donate to 24HOB he said it was for my dad and Erica…

The only thing I can do is help with the cause…help raise money to find an answer or a solution….

Please donate to 24HOB ( under the name Pip Gregson)…

My thoughts are with the Ely family..Erica will be missed

xoxo

Pip

The 17 year old bad ass

Yesterday..was a nutty day..My dog Taupo (17 year old bad ass..weighs 23 lbs) was attacked by Ethan’s dog Surly( 4 year old weighs 80 lbs AKA piggy)..All was well in the world..Monks and I were goofing around and Surly appeared in the doorway…and then grabbed Taups by the neck…McDade starts screaming and crying..I am doing everything possible to split them up..well, really remove Surly’s teeth from Taups throat.  Taups was being thrashed around… blood is on the walls…I realize I am screaming..I do not scream all perfect pitch like in the movies…I sounded like a freakin’ banshee on crack..I remembered a vet told me if you’ve tried everything then kick the dog in the belly..I was barefoot and I tried to get up the courage to kick her..I look at Taups and I unload the meanest kick I could muster…uhmm..and what did I get nuthin’…I tried water..this went on for 5-10min..During this time our other dog Baxter doesn’t know what to do so he starts wagging his tail while watching.

Every parent has told their kid never use your hands to break up a dog fight…

Taups has been with me through college, boyfriends, fiancees, husbands…the death of my dad the birth of my son…she still runs when I attempt to walk her..

I grab Surly’s mouth pry it apart…she tries to get Taups again..I grabbed Surly’s head and took her outside…Taups crawled under one of our chairs…I rush Taups to the vet….The vet takes her into another room…a few minutes later the vet comes back..Taups rolls in with a shaved neck..The vet said I can’t believe I have to tell you this….

She is totally fine…she will be sore tomorrow..but she is one tough dog….

On the ride home….Monks offered some advice to me…”Mum, maybe we should get a kicking bag for you…your kick looked a little weak.

xoxo

Pip

I am trying too hard..I mean I am typing and trying to construct this amazing blog to explain why..I ride..why I ride in 24 Hours of Booty..Why I ride fixed in 24HOB…

After watching Monks finish his first triathlon last week..I was so proud and happy..But there was an undertow or a back beat of a little sadness. During the race I could hear his granddad (on his dad’s side) cheering for him. I could see Monks pick up the pace with each yell. The back beat???? My dad…he wasn’t there. Monks never met my dad..he’s heard stories, been hugged by my dad’s mum; but never felt his bear hug that could make anything better. When I was a kid any team I was a part of knew my dad. He wasn’t the dad who kept stats of the team..he was the dad in Charlotte, NC who was loud….I mean loud with a British voice that carried amazingly well on any field, court or course. He was the dad who knew me better than anyone when it came to sports..knew when I was bagging out, knew when it wasn’t my day , and when I reaped rewards from working hard. If I fell on the field during soccer or kinda got hurt..I would hear “get a move on Gregson”, “Challenge” and my favorite “Gregson, follow through and take no prisoners”……

“Take no prisoners” took a different role during my dad’s 18 month battle with leukemia. It became a mantra for my dad to keep pushing….my dad did push and followed through but he lost his fight on January 4 ,2000. My dad never saw me become a coach for HS kids, he never walked me down the isle, he wasn’t there for the birth of McDade…I can’t hear his voice telling me to take no prisoners as I attempt cyclocross….

But, my dad was there to teach me that anything is possible. He was there to talk for hours about goofy stuff and laugh ( he was just as loud as I am)…He ( as well as my amazing mum) left me with an example of how to love and honor my son. He taught me that no matter what I will always be there for my son. He also taught me to be at every event..but most of all..he taught me how to yell really loud and not care who’s watching☺
It does make me sad that Monks (McDade) never met him..but, between my brother and me he gets the gist. There are moments I look at Monks and he is a lot like my dad. There are moments on my bike I can feel him next to me.

I ride in 24HOB for several reasons…To help raise money so others will have a dad to walk them down the isle. I am riding to raise money to help those who are fighting to “take no prisoners”. My final reason I am riding for 24 hours it is just my dad and I
Why do I ride a fixed gear bike? Because there is no coasting during treatment for cancer..why should I when raising $ to fight it.

I ride for those who fight, who have won and those who have lost….
Please donate:
Fixed to Fight

Yogi Prahlad Jani no food or water 70 years fasting yogi starving Indian yogi

82-year-old yogi Prahlad Jani claims he hasn’t had a sip of water or a morsel of food since he was blessed by a goddess and given special powers as a child. Can this be true? A team of doctors and researchers at India’s Defense Institute of Physiology and Allied Sciences held a press conference last week to announce the conclusion of their 15 day investigation on Indian holy man.

Doctors found no evidence that Jani ate or drank anything and they found no adverse effects in his body from hunger or dehydration. They think that yoga exercises may have caused Jani’s body to undergo a biological transformation. The researchers said tests found that his brain is equivalent to that of a 25-year-old. – Epoch Times

“If Jani does not derive energy from food and water, he must be doing that from energy sources around him, sunlight being one,” said, neurologist Sudhir Shah. “As medical practitioners we cannot shut our eyes to possibilities, to a source of energy other than calories.”
I can’t wait till his diet book comes out……

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