We joined a gym a couple of months ago, then hired a personal trainer to teach us how to do what we needed to do the correct way. It’s been very interesting, and for the second time in my life I am starting to feel like there could be an athlete somewhere deep in this body. The first time was four years ago, after my guy and I took on a challenge that few people ever attempt, hiking the Grand Canyon from the North Rim to the South Rim in a day. I climbed out of that canyon with confidence that I could do just about anything I set my mind to. I went back to school to get my Masters and I also placed myself in the path of a person I admired and wanted to learn from. There was no stopping me….until we moved to another state and I went back to my old ways.
It’s interesting to me that the simple act of routinely working towards a fitness goal can change my conversations in my head regarding other areas of life:
‘I can’t do that’ becomes maybe I can
‘I’m not strong/smart/talented enough’ becomes maybe I could be
‘Why would anyone want me’ becomes well, why wouldn’t they?
I’m not yet sure where this is going, but I am willing to look forward with anticipation and some really sore muscles.