Something happened this weekend. Almost 2 years of searching, debating, contemplating and discussing culminated in finally settling on a tattoo, then losing my tattoo virginity.
Wayyyyy back when I was training for my first marathon, I decided that I wanted to get a tattoo to commemorate my accomplishment. I spent a lot of time during training trying to decide what I wanted and where it would go. Of course, the race was cancelled due to a freakish ice storm, aka Icepocalypse, which bought me time to decide.
I looked off and on throughout the year, finding things from time to time that spoke to me, yet never finding something that I felt confident I could put on my body and be happy to see there 20 years down the road. I wanted a tattoo that spoke about running, but, then again, deep down inside, I wanted something more meaningful. I didn’t take lightly putting something PERMANENTLY on my body. So the marathon that I actually ran came and went, and I was no closer to finding “THE tattoo” than I ever had been.
I finally decided a few weeks ago that it was time. I just knew it in my gut….and I always trust my gut. You see, a couple months ago, around MLK day, I started thinking that “Keep Moving Forward” might be the tattoo for me. Still, I wanted to wait and let the idea simmer and percolate for a while. And recently, the idea had matured and blossomed into something that I was comfortable living the rest of my life with.
I LOVE Martin Luther King, Jr. and all of his quotes. But I especially love the one (that I chose) that runners often quote, “If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.” So it does have a connection to runners and running. And it had a connection to my marathon. First, I trained for this marathon TWICE. Then, with my ITB injury, finishing was a mental and physical challenge, but throughout the race, I kept moving forward. During the last 8 miles when every single step was so painful, quitting was never an option. So the quote gave me a real, emotional tie to my marathon, which totally commemorates the race!
This quote speaks to me on so many other levels, though. Most of you who know me or who have read my blog much know that I lost my dearest friend 11 years ago. That was the biggest and most monumental life test I have ever experienced. To say moving forward was a challenge would be a gross understatement. I didn’t want to move forward….I didn’t even understand how I could go on; how I could live. I was so devastated. My heart was smashed into a thousand pieces. But I did go on. And I did live….even if at first I just went through the motions, but I was doing. Little by little, moving forward took a bit less effort. The sparkle slowly returned to my eyes (but not completely until I found running). In all honesty, this tattoo is as much (in reality, MORE) about Allison as it will ever be about my marathon. Every time I look at it, I will be reminded that I am NOT a quitter and I CAN overcome whatever life throws my way. It isn’t lost on me that Martin Luther King, Jr. was one of Allison’s favorite people of all time. In fact, Kaitlynn recited MLK’s “I Have A Dream” speech for the Princess contest one year. Every time I look at this work of art on my body, I’ll know she is with me.
Of course, it is also a reminder that there are injustices in this world that still must be remedied. Our society STILL discriminates against anyone and everyone who doesn’t quite look like the majority or think like the majority. And for a liberal hippy-trippy like me, this tattoo will be a constant reminder that we must fight back against the ignorance and hatred to keep moving forward. We must put aside our differences and treat each other like human beings, regardless of the color of one’s skin, one’s religion, or sexual orientation. People are people. Period. (And while I’m at it….why am I considered a “liberal” person just because I feel people should be treated equally? I don’t understand why that is such a far-fetched thought.)
Finally, this tattoo speaks to my faith. It’s no secret that I identify myself with the progressive faith community. I hope that my actions speak to the fact that my main concern is acting justly, loving kindness and walking humbly with my God. (By the way, Micah 6:8 is my favorite Bible verse 🙂 ) I (we) can’t rest until everyone is treated justly and with kindness and dignity. Until then, I will keep moving forward and doing what I can, where I can, when I can.
As for the placement of the tattoo, that has a significance as well. I had it placed on my left forearm. I wanted it on my arm so that I could see it everyday. When this idea originally came to mind, I imagined it somewhere on my foot. As my ideas evolved, I realized that I needed to be able to see it. But my left side….my left side is my weak side – the side prone to injury. I needed it to be on the weaker side because I need to focus on that side in order to be whole…as a runner specifically.
Last weekend, Alli accompanied me (I TRIED to get her to stay home) when I went in to make the appointment and put the deposit down. On the way, Alli said, “What if you have surgery on the spot where you get this tattoo? Will they be able to put it back right?” Only Alli would see that angle! I had to admit, it was something to think about!
So the date had been set and a good friend accompanied me so that she could lose her tattoo virginity as well. Of course, having never had a tattoo, we had NO CLUE what to expect! Luckily, Taylor came with us so she could get a second tat (and keep us straight).
We have friends that own Homestead Winery (in the metropolis of Ivanhoe, Texas) who have a tasting room in Denison. We decided to make a stop there since Taylor had never been. Of course, Taylor is taking full advantage of being 21 and looks for these “opportunities” whenever and wherever they arise. We tasted just enough wine to take the edge off, then were on our way.
We talked to our artist about what we wanted and he set off to draw them up. Aaaaaand the first draft didn’t work for me. If you know me, you know that I try to be tactful (most of the time) because I don’t want to unnecessarily hurt someone’s feelings. Well, I HATED that first sketch. As I was trying to formulate in my mind how to break it to the guy, Taylor said, “MOM, just tell him you don’t like that one! Don’t get one you don’t like!!” (OK, for the record, I was NOT going to get something I didn’t like….I was just trying to let him down gently!) So we discussed again what I wanted and when he came back the second time, I was ready to marry it!
Surprisingly, I was not nervous at all before, during or after. (I’m sure it had NOTHING to do with the wine tasting prior!) I was a bit anxious, but I think that was just me, ready to git’er done!
The actual inking took no time at all and wasn’t THAT painful. However, it was a little painful and my friend was ready and waiting to capture the moment!
And before I knew it, I was done!
Yes, I ate most of this. I also had a strawberry daiquiri that I had been looking SO forward to, but it was a terrible disappointment. It wasn’t sweet at all and mostly rum! (OK….I love rum! So not going to complain about that!!)
And here I sit, roughly 24 hours later, happier with it than I could ever have imagined. I am SO glad that I finally bit the bullet and had it done!
Happy Monday, everyone!