Wednesday, July 3, 2013

My Irrational Fear of Barbed Wire

Maybe it's not so irrational. I mean, nothing says "STAY OUT" like a property surrounded with barbed or razor wire. Isn't that why prisons are lousy with it?

I'm not sure if I had a bad experience with the stuff as a child or what, but nothing gives me a serious case of the willies like barbed wire or razor wire. Even in movies, where it's most likely not even very pointy, I still get a serious shiver down my spine.

That said, I recently got an invitation to do the Warrior Dash in Washington this year. Lucky for me, I don't have to say "no" because I have another race (that's cheaper and closer) on the same day, so it's a 'schedule conflict' that has me not registering for this race... it's not the fact that they have one of these:



If you read my blog faithfully (ye brave, ye few), you know that facing down fear and anxiety is an important part of my adult life.

Is this a fear really worth facing down? I mean, I can stand next to a barbed wire fence without completely losing my wits. I can see razor wire and not panic. It's not that bad... as long as I'm not super up close with it and forced to, ya know, climb under/over it...

Maybe next year, Warrior Dash. Next year...

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