Birth, School, Work, Death..stop being a wanker and say thanks

Posted in Uncategorized on May 29, 2012 by Pip

I haven’t blogged in a long while…I believe since my last blog I have had surgery and a few other pitfalls…Surgery has taught me much and how my love for yoga is just as strong as for my love for cyclocross! But, I have learned that, GD, I take so much for granted. Each year I ride in 24HOB in memory of my dad and those who are fighting or lost the fight against cancer….This, is the first year I have yet to start training ( my Dr. won’t clear it..a few years back I had cells removed and made sure I was on my bike in a couple of weeks…this year, my body wont allow it) but, next week me and my fixie plan on a lot of saddle time. The thing is since last year much has changed….It has been just me and Monks and a few that we hold close to our hearts…I have learned, yet again, how family is the anchor..the core,..the center, that I am lucky enough to have! Family…is blood or those that know your truth..they are the folks that know you when you are at your lowest and your are at the highest and there is no change as to the love they have for you…I have family and friends that know me when I am done and when I wanna quit but , they know that there is still a flicker that my past ( be it my Dad. friend or hell a kid I coached or someone that I said hi to) knows or understands there is a reason to fight the good fight or to push other folks BS to the side…It is Memorial Day and I am lucky enough to have someone in my life that reminds me of the great freedom and choices we ALL HAVE…at times it may not seem like it. We might feel confined by our own truth..it is our own personal choices or the BS box we let others declare to be true…but, when our heads hit the pillow each night it is our own personal choice….a choice others lost much ….for us to have..GOTTA LOVE THE GODFATHERS

Everything’s coming up roses!!

Posted in Uncategorized on February 14, 2012 by Pip

When I was in middle school (I think 7th grade), when everyone was getting carnations on Vday from a school fundraiser, I received my first rose from a secret admirer. ….I received roses every year from 7th -12th at school from the same secret admirer  with a note telling me I was perfect the way I was…Then freshman year in college…all the way until I was 26…during that time I lived in Charleston, SC…Boone, NC..Auckland, NZ and Charlotte, NC…I tried to find out who it was…I (at 25) only found out Feb 15, 2000..I was at work and I received a dozen white with pink edged roses…I got upset and a friend asked what was wrong..I said to be honest I always thought it was my dad (he died a month prior)…..I called my mum and she explained to me my dad had sent me roses since 7th grade (bc I didn’t seem to believe I was loved and where I needed to be)..before he died he asked my mum to make sure they were still sent every year so I wouldn’t forget I was were I needed to be…I have to be honest, over the years VDay hasn’t been a big part of my life…and yeah, I kinda forgot how fantastic it feels for someone to remind you..”it is all good…it will workout and I got your back”..Please, do not get me wrong..handmade cards from my son will blow flowers out of the water any day…but, there is something to say about someone having your back and knowing you well enough to call you on your bs and remind you that yeah, deep down you are pretty fantastic…We all have someone..be it from our past..present or…past that (thank god) has now become our present that reminds us that with all the bs aside..life is pretty fantastic…I have been reminded (even though I no longer get the roses from my dad)..there are several people in my life that sure as hell make up for it…I know I won’t get roses from a secret admirer tomorrow..but, I have two guys in my life who I never wanna be without!…Happy VDay kids….

Much love to you all,

Xoxo

Pip

Ps..you know my bag..I don’t reread or correct..so if grammar sucks…read another blog

impact and embracing the suck

Posted in Uncategorized on January 21, 2012 by Pip

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

1984…2012 it’s all the same

Posted in Uncategorized on January 11, 2012 by 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

Kids should not have to know what cancer is

Posted in Uncategorized on June 11, 2011 by Pip

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

Dog fight, dog fight!

Posted in Uncategorized on February 25, 2011 by 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

Way to work it…U double thumbs up person U!!!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on February 25, 2011 by Pip

Really…??? I have never claimed to be this amazing super human..A mum that has an answer for all things (good and evil), a teacher who lives the perfect yogic lifestyle, a friend who is sooooo easy to get in touch with, a wife who can clean, fold, label and fix dinner in 5 mins, a cyclist who actually rides..But, in general I am pretty happy with who I am..I have been attempting to keep on the straight-ish and sometimes narrow path ( I personally feel straight and narrow sounds like an easy way to zone out on my travels). Yeah, I struggle with stuff and I go into hiding but eventually I figure things out.

I am a mum who remembers how hard it was in school to channel one controlled answer from a billion ideas bouncing around in the ol’ noggin. When the class was quiet I felt the need to fill in the space…I am not saying, “hey let your kids go nuts..let them be rude, loud and know nothing about other people and their needs and rights”…

I am a yoga teacher who has learned that nothing goes the way you want it to..when it looks easy it is usually hard..the cuter the name the harder the pose. I have been reintroduced to not filling in quite space with words ( I told you I struggle). As a teacher and a parent I have learned if you don’t bend…..YOU BREAK. Discipline is learned over time…yoga, riding, being a parent and being a kid takes discipline.

So, as the un-super human that I am..I try to live a, sometimes ,disciplined yet bending life. There are some self proclaimed super humans who seem to live a life that is run by schedules, charts and skills in all portions of life. In the past I had dreams of becoming that person…If being that person makes me a super “let me tell you where you need to change because I have figured out my life” human..

I’d rather be a sometimes correct mum…yoga teacher who gets frustrated in certain postures, a friend who is trying, a wife who can keep the house dog fur free, and a cyclist who needs a swift kick in the ass to get on her bike…

To those who have figured out the flow of life…I give you a thumbs up….no, wait a double thumbs up..you are awesome….There is no need to email or tell me..I believe you..

No, I really do….

xoxo
Pip

Age, Cowbells and Honesty

Posted in Flow, Pedal with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2010 by Pip

I can’t begin to explain how truly out of shape I am. I somehow forgot that 3 years of my life have passed and I kinda forgot to..ride, run, or just keep in shape in general. I am not saying I am throwing in the towel give me the sweatpants and a bag of chips while I watch you ride kinda out of shape. I am more at the it was ok to joke about being out of shape but damn maybe I should put in some effort.

As a yoga teacher I often talk about judging..don’t compare, keep your eyes on your own mat..blahblahblah..But, I also give my students 1-3 minutes of competing (usually girls against guys)..before anyone freaks out..no, it is not very yogic but, yes it is very human. The competition: jump switches (mt climbers)..we go by hang time and ninja like silence…it is not really about who in the classroom is the biggest badass..it is more about “trying easy”…something that a student assumes they can’t do..realizes the following 1) I might as well try it…2) Let me try it again 3) this is kinda fun 4) I can do it..not perfect but I don’t mind practicing

The competition becomes a noncompetitive practice..it become a group of folks trying and enjoying the community which develops around it. By the end of our jump switches everyone is usually laughing ..not because we are judging more because..honestly, I don’t know..to me it seems like there is an earned respect between all the students..You tried..You are a badass!

Back to my honesty of being not what I always type. I think I have become a person who used to be really athletic and started riding a lot..over the years that amount of riding has dwindled (in a big way)..but, in my mind it is still 3 years ago and it is ok to take a few days off..only problem a few days becomes a few months. So I am still talking about my 2 wheels of freedom..but the tires are flat and my saddle once again hurts.

So…(you knew I was getting to something..it takes me awhile) I need to step up to the ol’ honesty plate..I need to practice what I preach and I need to let ya’ll know where I am…I need to “try easy” instead setting up 8 million excuses and road blocks as too why I can’t do it or why I am out of shape..excuses and road blocks make things hard and tiring..it is a lot to keep up withJ

Trying easy..is just that…do this cx season in small bites. Don’t expect amazing results if I have been too lazy to earn them…

I signed up with Training Peaks…This was the first step in my road of “holy crap I am getting old and damn I am out of shape”..I have changed the start date three times (made excuses)..last night I was supposed to ride 1.5 hrs and I could only ride 30 min. I am supposed to do “rows” and I swear my bike has gained 20 lbs.

Today I am supposed to run and do hills for 30 min…So, my blog is my new coach…I will be dead honest with what I do everyday for training..I will be dead honest how I race and I will be dead honest when it is not going well..but, gotta keep plugging away… Feel free to leave me pointers or if you want to meet up and ride….

And now the debate of posting this or not….I am truly embarrassed as to where I am in my fitness. But, like my yoga students I gotta just keep doing it..it might not be pretty, it might make folks uncomfortable to watch…but at least I am going to ride CX this season…

BRING ON THE COWBELL…

I mean..I gotta represent Black Sheep Cartel….My KC teammates need a little CLT love.

Xoxo

Pip

***grammar and spelling …sorry, if I reread I won’t post***

Follow through and take no prisoners

Posted in Uncategorized on July 15, 2010 by 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

Posted in Uncategorized on May 17, 2010 by Pip

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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