I had a moment the other day.
A moment of realizing I am more than I have ever given myself credit for, and I have a feeling many of you are doing the same.
So buckle up my foxy followers, cause it is story time!
I have a whammy of healthy encouragement every Tuesday and Thursday in the form of back to back classes: Body Conditioning which roughly translates to you are getting college credit for going to the gym, and a basic, yet awesome health class. Now since I injured my back at work I had been woefully unable to work at my full potential when I hit the gym, but this last Tuesday I was ready.
I ran, I lifted and I worked my body hard. It felt so good and must have shown because even my instructor said it was clear I had worked hard that day. In my exhausted yet euphoric elation I headed back to take a quiz in my health class (which I aced, thank you kindly), completely forgetting what was to happen after the quiz: Fitness Testing.
Now the push ups were fine, but what I had dreaded and seemingly blocked from my memory was the 12 minute "run as much as you can" test.
All of a sudden I was back in 3rd grade when my P.E. teacher told me to run through my asthma and I fainted on the field with kids laughing at me.
Shit.
Was the shame of my childhood limitations to hinder me even now?
This was a class I love, a teacher I respect. How could I handle the embarrassment of abysmal failure?
The answer was simple: I couldn't fail. I had to push myself, try my best.
Despite working out already, despite being tired or stressed from life, I put on my headphones turned up the Pokemon Theme Song and began.
It started slow. I am built for short intense bursts of speed not long steady jogs. I walked 3/4 of a mile, but when I hit that orange cone I booked it. I ran at my max, past my max. It was only a 1/4 of a mile so I could do it. I hit that orange cone and began to walk. Next quarter, hunched over gasping for breath. Second quarter, I was walking upright, breathing hard. Third quarter I was power walking, excited for passing that next cone. Fourth quarter comes around and again I ran and ran.
I felt good, I felt strong.
In the end I only made it around the track 3.25 times which puts me in like the super low percentile of wow you can't run very much, but that's not the point! The point is I didn't walk the whole thing (many people did). I didn't give up, I tried my best! I pushed myself. I was flushed, sweating and having difficulty breathing but damnit I felt awesome! For those three 0.25 miles I was a beast. Best part of the day?
As I was leaving my teacher said I earned my shirt today.
My superhero shirt.
So when you think you can't, try anyway. Never limit yourself, keep pushing because one day you'll realize there are no limits, only obstacles to overcome. Next time I will run half, then maybe 3/4, and even if it's hard, soon I'll be able to race around that track.
Find your inner super hero and push beyond your self implicated limitations.
I have a whammy of healthy encouragement every Tuesday and Thursday in the form of back to back classes: Body Conditioning which roughly translates to you are getting college credit for going to the gym, and a basic, yet awesome health class. Now since I injured my back at work I had been woefully unable to work at my full potential when I hit the gym, but this last Tuesday I was ready.
I ran, I lifted and I worked my body hard. It felt so good and must have shown because even my instructor said it was clear I had worked hard that day. In my exhausted yet euphoric elation I headed back to take a quiz in my health class (which I aced, thank you kindly), completely forgetting what was to happen after the quiz: Fitness Testing.
Now the push ups were fine, but what I had dreaded and seemingly blocked from my memory was the 12 minute "run as much as you can" test.
All of a sudden I was back in 3rd grade when my P.E. teacher told me to run through my asthma and I fainted on the field with kids laughing at me.
Shit.
Was the shame of my childhood limitations to hinder me even now?
This was a class I love, a teacher I respect. How could I handle the embarrassment of abysmal failure?
The answer was simple: I couldn't fail. I had to push myself, try my best.
Despite working out already, despite being tired or stressed from life, I put on my headphones turned up the Pokemon Theme Song and began.
It started slow. I am built for short intense bursts of speed not long steady jogs. I walked 3/4 of a mile, but when I hit that orange cone I booked it. I ran at my max, past my max. It was only a 1/4 of a mile so I could do it. I hit that orange cone and began to walk. Next quarter, hunched over gasping for breath. Second quarter, I was walking upright, breathing hard. Third quarter I was power walking, excited for passing that next cone. Fourth quarter comes around and again I ran and ran.
I felt good, I felt strong.
In the end I only made it around the track 3.25 times which puts me in like the super low percentile of wow you can't run very much, but that's not the point! The point is I didn't walk the whole thing (many people did). I didn't give up, I tried my best! I pushed myself. I was flushed, sweating and having difficulty breathing but damnit I felt awesome! For those three 0.25 miles I was a beast. Best part of the day?
As I was leaving my teacher said I earned my shirt today.
My superhero shirt.
So when you think you can't, try anyway. Never limit yourself, keep pushing because one day you'll realize there are no limits, only obstacles to overcome. Next time I will run half, then maybe 3/4, and even if it's hard, soon I'll be able to race around that track.
Find your inner super hero and push beyond your self implicated limitations.
Getting Stronger and Fox Kisses,
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