When I was in school, sport and exercise were all about the competition, I thrived on it and I loved it. I was all about catching (read overtaking) the person in front of me, I was all about swimming faster than the person in the next lane. We live in a competitive world… In fact, whenever you start something new you look around for someone with the same level of fitness to compete against and you try to at least keep up with them, well after nine months of working out I finally found my competition… and it is me.
It is me that consistently wishes I could do more than I actually can do, and at the same time it is me that tells myself that I can’t do what I really can do. The truth is we can’t believe the things we tell ourselves… we have to watch what we think. It isn’t about trying to be the fastest around the track – this will never happen. It isn’t even about keeping up with the class, there are some things that I know I can’t do well and some things I actually can. And really nobody cares if you were first or last to the water fountain. The people in your class are trying to catch their own breath and your biokineticist is trying to help each of you to do your best.
My goal was always to get moving, and it turns out that my goal was bigger than that. I wanted to get moving and do things that I had in my heart given up on. I didn’t hope, least of all expect, that I would go clambering up mountains. Previously when I hiked, I would always stop short of the difficult top and watch my kids climb over the rocks to go the all the way. I now clamber right to the beacon… racing my kids all the way. My life has changed significantly this year, and for the better.