“Let’s go for a bike ride, sis. Around the lake is about 30 miles. Shouldn’t be too difficult.” We prep our bikes, load water bottles, and we’re off.
After biking a few miles into town, I know our journey just got more interesting. “Justin, why are there orange cones blocking off what appears to resemble a bike lane? And why are WE in that lane?”
Woosh! No need to answer. Clearly we just rode into a race we didn’t sign up for. Apparently a professional team of road cyclists that travels around the country was having a time trial event around Grand Lake, and now Justin and I were in the middle of the course. On average, these guys were moving to the quick clip of 20-24mph. One even qualified for the Olympics. What to do?
Naturally, Justin put on his game face and raced, while I just tried to survive the blistering sun. I attempted to keep a steady pace and prayed I wouldn’t blow a tire without my brother nearby to rescue me.
Often life resembles the middle of a race. We aren’t sure how we got where we are, and sometimes we aren’t exactly sure where we’re going. And that’s okay. Every flat tire, bruise, personal encounter, and high five serves a purpose.
Thrive or survive. Your choice.
How did I get to the point of preparing for a fitness competition?
Background: I’ve struggled with self-image and disordered eating for 13 years. This past February, life demanded I was mentally healthy.. which I knew as a Christian meant I had to be spiritually healthy first. Change on the inside brought change on the outside when I let God have control. I stopped any quick fix “solutions” and let small changes and consistency add up. To date, I’ve lost about 25 pounds. Generally by eating more of what’s good for me physically, mentally, spiritually. There’s not as much room for the bad habits and negativity when I’m full of the good stuff.
Really? A competition? The simplest reason I can provide is that it’s just part of “my story” … an event God wants to show Himself through. As I was riffling through old journals, I noticed competing was a goal I set more than two years ago. Now it’s coming full circle. Sometimes we have to be squeezed like a sponge to see what we are really made of.
I always wanted to be an athlete, but would never get there. I was too uncoordinated, not competitive, not goal oriented. As a defensive player with a cheerleader persona, I never did block the soccer goal very well :o)
This part of my race is forcing me to win that battle. Being coordinated in 5″ heels which I’ve always been “too tall” for is a hurdle I’m jumping.
This is something I CAN LEARN how to do. It’s a platform to use my voice and body language to embrace weaknesses. I grow when I’m challenged, and it’s definitely growing season. Everyone has obstacles. Everyone has “stuff” they want to change. I’m learning that if I don’t deal with my stuff now, it’s going to create a gorge in between me and other people, including my “one-day-if-God-so-chooses” spouse. I can do anything. So can you.
Do you believe in yourself? Every day. Every person. Every opportunity. Everyone starts somewhere. This is just the beginning.