This week I had originally planned to publish the first in a series of three essays which I am writing on the subjects of humility and mindfulness, and how they (might) fit into my life. However, I am changing plans and holding off for one more week.
Earlier this week on my Facebook business page I wrote the entry below. I use this page as a platform to share shorter thought, ideas, and reflections.
Within a few days, this became the most viewed post I have ever written. I thought I would publish it here and give it a little more love. Please feel free to hare this, and if you haven’t already “liked” my Contemplative Fitness Facebook page, please take a minute to do so. Thanks!
It’s all you can do…
An email conversation ensued yesterday between me, and a friend from the fitness blogging community. The conversation involved our respective running times. She made the mistake of suggesting that because she runs faster times than me, that she is more physically depleted at the end of her runs.
Before I pinned her to the mat and counted to 3 for offering such an ignorant thought, I reflected back to a conversation I had with a weightlifting mentor when I was in my early teens.
I asked him how much 400 pounds felt like when he was bench pressing it. I know, it was a stupid question, but I was young. He responded succinctly with this positive reinforcement:
“It feels heavy, and it feels like it’s the best I can do. No different than how 200 pounds feels to you. We are each carrying the heaviest possible load, and giving it our all.”
That one stuck. Hearing him frame his answer that way made me feel good about my own maximum efforts in pursuit of increased maximum efforts. It also made me realize that individual effort is a relative thing; that all-out effort feels the same for everyone – exhausting.
I served this reflection back to my blogging friend with the acknowledgment that she does run faster than me, but doesn’t give more of herself as she does – physically, or psychologically. I have no more left in the tank at the end of my hard runs or my heavy lifts, than she does at the end of hers.
I think it’s important that we all remember this when we view the physicality of others. Rush not to judge or compare, but to appreciate, and respect the hard work of others – regardless of their level. I am a runner… rc
Please check back in one week to see what happens when I hit the “stop” button on the blender in my head.
Oh, and there is this from the original Fleetwood Mac. Enjoy…