I found myself lucky enough to be able to attend the No Barriers Summit this year in Squaw Valley, Tahoe. It was my first No Barriers Summit and after all that I saw, learned, and all of the people I met it will for sure not be my last. The 4 days consisted of activities for people with disabilities and their friends or family that joined them along with a large conference room filled with vendors, resources, gadgets, non-profits, food and informational booths to explore. Each day ended with music, inspirational speakers, performances, comedians, and awards. Without writing about everything I saw here is a list of some of the awesome organizations and activities out there... Check them out!
Adapted activities that I saw or participated in (and the organizations providing the activity):
Cycling (BORP, City of Reno, Disabled Sports Eastern Sierra)
White water rafting and Kayaking (Environmental Travel Companions)
Canoe, Kayak, Paddle Boarding and Snow Skiing (Achieve Tahoe)
Rock Climbing (No Limits Tahoe)
SCUBA diving (Cody Unser First Step Foundation)
Archery (National Ability Center)
Self-Defense (1 Touch Project)
Boxing and TRX (Rustin Hughes
Wheelchair Rugby (High Fives Team)
Meditation and Conscious Breathing (Zen Warrior Training)
Crossfit (Max Conserva)
For questions on all of the activities that we are a part of please reach out to us at email@example.com
Last month I went to an amazing talk at Lighthouse For the Blind and Visually Impaired. These talks are called “Lighthouse Listening’s” and they showcase a different speaker to their community, many of whom are blind or visually impaired. When walking into the Lighthouse headquarters I was given a blindfold before taking my seat. Why? Because I not here to see someone speak, I was there to listen. Small change, big impact.
I sat listening to Erik Weihenmayer, an impressive athlete who has summited Everest, completed the Seven Summits, climbed El Capitan, solo kayaked down the Grand Canyon, and accomplished many more impressive elite adventures. Obviously he is an accomplished athlete, less obvious to me when I was wearing a blindfold, he is blind. You can learn more about him by reading his books that include Touch the Top of the World: A Blind Man’s Journey to Climb Farther Than the Eye Can See, The Adversity Advantage, Turning Everyday Struggles into Everyday Greatness, No Barriers, and many more. Or, “google” him, he’s fascinating.
More than listening to him talk about his adventures, what really stuck with me was his answer to a seemingly obvious question during the Q and A after his talk. A listener from the audience asked, “what limits you the most?” (Cue my head to say “the fact that he can’t see the rocks, the cliffs, the turns, the rapids, etc”…WRONG) “Fear”, Erik replied. He went on to rattle off the many times that he didn’t try something simply out of fear and how universal that concept is. He said that regardless of someone’s ability, disability, impairments, age, knowledge, or experience, everyone has limited themselves at some point due to fear, usually the fear of failing.
That night I thought at length about how many of us have things that we have no control of try to limit us. Why do we let something we do have control of, like FEAR, limit us as well?
How can we change our fear or our fear of failing? Educate ourselves, ask for help, find guidance, practice, breathe, overcome it, find others who have been through it, accept that perseverance after failure only makes us stronger, FACE IT. Easier said than done, I know.
Please contact us with any fears that are limiting you. Lets see if together we can find a way to overcome fear and continue adventuring.
Photos and video of Alvaro and I overcoming fears and climbing to the top of the rock wall at the No Barriers Summit in Tahoe, CA
Stay tuned for more stories from our NoLi athletes as they face fears and push through limits.
This year No Limits Collaborative (NoLi) is not only competing in our 3rd year of triathlons with our Mixed Ability Relay Teams but we are also the official beneficiary of the California Sprint Triathlon and the Oakland Triathlon. We are the first organization to promote relay teams of all abilities and we need your help in finding swimmers, bikers, hand-cyclers, runners, pushers, cheerers, volunteerers, and anyone you can find (with or without a spinal cord injury).
What does that mean for NoLi?
What does this mean for YOU?
Each year we show the Greater Bay Area triathlon community that we are all athletes (regardless of abilities or disabilities), we can all compete together, and No Limits Collaborative brings the best teams West (and East) of the Mississippi.
By Rebecca Forkey
No Limits Collaborative Triathlete
After living the first 24 years of my life as an independent and able bodied female I was in for a rude awakening when I awoke to find out I had acquired a C4-7 traumatic Spinal Cord Injury from a rollover motor vehicle accident caused by an impaired driver. While I'm still the same person today that I have always been, being forced to live from a seated position while relearning a new way of life has been difficult to say the least. So, while I have the same values, same love of life and the same natural drive and determination to succeed, it became difficult to find ways to quench my natural urge to compete.
I'd always been involved in sports, from team sports like swimming and soccer to solo activities like horseback riding, running or competitive bodybuilding. However, it wasn't until nearly three years post injury as a quadriplegic that I would return to being on a team competing again. Through No Limits Collaborative I learned about and was invited to compete in my first triathlon. No Limits Collaborative put together relay teams of both disabled and non disabled athletes to compete in the Shaddow Cliffs Sprint Triathlon. As an athlete the idea of being able to hand cycle or swim and to compete with others all while being viewed simply for being an athlete and my accomplishments was a dream come true.
I found that triathlons are a great way to stay active and get good cardio all while being outdoors surrounded by uplifting energy regardless of your level or ability. Triathlons are something I will continue to participate in and would recommend to any fellow roller or non roller alike. Not only because of how great I felt afterwards, but also because for those few hours my chair or lack of voluntary muscle movement in certain areas wasn't what people first saw me for - I was an athlete again, and that feeling… Priceless! So get out there and get those natural endorphins flowing all while breaking the negative connotations others may have of us. You don't have to stand up...in order to stand out!
By Arash Bayatmakou
There I was, sitting in a flimsy collapsible wheelchair on the tarmac, with the hot starry sky above me and hundreds of frantic and upset travelers walking past me to ascend the stairs into the massive Boeing 777. Most people didn’t seem to notice me as they scrambled past and those that did make eye contact glanced away quickly, seemingly pitying me as they climbed up into the airplane.
Living with a spinal cord injury is not easy, to say the least. Getting around town and into and out of cars and buildings and houses to get through day-to-day life is difficult enough. But traveling internationally presents a host of new challenges that one must overcome just to get from point A to point B.
Last month, I had just finished a trip to Chile for continued physical therapy and rehab and after weaving our way through the traffic-clogged streets of Santiago, the taxi had dropped my buddy and I off at the airport with plenty of time to catch our overnight Air Canada flight. We had arrived with plenty of time, informed the grumpy man behind the check in desk that I would need an aisle chair to get onto the plane, and once he indifferently nodded and shrugged us away, we had made our way to the gate to wait for our plane to board.
I have traveled on planes enough since my injury to know that I must communicate my needs repeatedly and meticulously to different members of the airline at all the different parts of the airport in order to ensure that everything happens smoothly: that the airline has an aisle chair with which to board me onto the plane (personal wheelchairs are too wide and bulky for the narrow aisle), that we can take apart my wheelchair and stow parts, if not all of it, in the closets and overhead bins – much to the frequent dismay of the flight attendants who usually refuse to remove their personal belongings to make room, before they sometimes finally concede – and that we can board the plane before all of the other travelers in order to easily get to our seats. So this time, as any other, we had communicated all of this and assumed that things were in order.
The airline didn’t announce that the flight was delayed, it just became clear when an hour had passed after our boarding time and nothing had happened. The Air Canada staff didn’t even seem to know where the plane was (we were in a ground level gate without the jetway to the plane so no one could see it) and didn’t ease the travelers’ concerns by staying silent. Things started to get a little tense, as expected, since most of the travelers had connecting flights to catch in Toronto and it was clear that many would miss their connections.
Finally, we were told that the plane was on the tarmac and that buses would shuttle us there to board. Immediately, I recognized the challenge this would pose to me and I flagged down the Air Canada employee who wasn’t frantically running around trying to quell the unrest. It turned out that he was the manager and I politely explained my situation to him and asked if they had a plan to get me into the plane. He blinked and stared back at me in silence. I repeated my request, this time a bit more forcefully and he waved his hand at me dismissively, crossed his arms and just stood there apathetically.
Some people believe that it can be easier and better to speak a foreign language when one is angry or intoxicated, likely from a lack of inhibition or restraint. As such, after two weeks in Chile, my Spanish was flowing strong and following the uninspiring response from the Air Canada manager, the verbal tirade that flowed out of me felt so natural that I even surprised myself with the extent of my vocabulary and the grammatical accuracy of my complex sentences. The manager shrugged and walked away.
A few minutes later, a friendly young guy wearing a Santiago Airport t-shirt and assisting an elderly woman in a wheelchair approached me. Upset at how I was being treated by the Air Canada staff, he offered to help. “Estos huevónes no saben nada,” he said. These idiots don’t know anything. He had seen someone in a wheelchair get into a plane from the tarmac before and said that the airport had a specific device that he would try to secure to help us. I was simultaneously baffled and grateful when he took out his personal cell phone and started making calls. A few minutes later, despite the continued confusion and indifference of the actual Air Canada staff, friendly young guy assured us that we would be ok. “No te preoccupes.” Don’t worry, he said with a smile.
And that’s how I ended up on the tarmac, almost four hours after our designated departure time, with the plane towering behind me as friendly young guy attached the wheelchair I was sitting in to a device with small wheels and levers that would slowly climb up each stair, all the way up to the plane door.
I’m not sure if Air Canada realized or appreciated just how helpful friendly young guy had been since they had completely excused themselves from helping me and never once took initiative to resolve the unexpected set of events. Even when we finally got into the plane, they didn’t have an aisle chair available and seemed surprised and annoyed to have to “deal with me.” Thankfully, my buddy is the strongest person I know and he effortlessly piggybacked me from the flimsy wheelchair to my seat.
I’m not sure what the moral of story is, maybe just that sometimes no amount of preparation or communication will be enough to assure a smooth journey. Or maybe that when traveling, especially internationally, one should be prepared for any kind of adversity or challenge. Or maybe that there are kind, generous people out there and it’s imperative to be grateful for them. Or maybe just that Air Canada really sucks and needs to step up their game. Probably all of the above…