During the burnout last week, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a while.
I felt like I was going to vomit.
It didn’t feel good because I was on the brink of exhaustion. It didn’t even feel good because my legs were moving faster than they had in a long time. It didn’t feel good because I was close to being in first place.
No, it felt good because I had people around me, my partner Lester included, who were pushing just as hard, just as vomit-inducingly, diamond-hard. That’s what made it feel good.
I’ve noticed that as I get older, I feel more resistant to pushing myself because it feels comfortable and safe to do what I know I am capable of. But the spicy moments in life aren’t when we feel comfortable. The spicy moments in life come when we surprise ourselves.
When I was a wee lil 7 year old bean stalk, it was easy to run, and run, and run… and run some more. I couldn’t get enough. Now, I struggle to turn off my alarm, moaning and groaning for one more minute. The days I don’t have a workout to #justshowup to, it’s even worse. But the spicy moments come when you’ve got someone waiting for you.
On Wednesdays and Fridays, it’s not any easier, but it feels a little more possible to get out of bed, put on 6,000 layers of clothing, and get on down to O’Donnell, McKinley, or the Fonz. It feels a little more possible to get an eighth lap on the workout when your partner is waiting for you, counting on you, about to vomit just as much as you. It’s a little more possible to cheer for other people while your arms are about to fall off during a Dirtina. It feels a little more possible to #justshowup when other people are doing the same thing.
So before Wednesday, reach out to those who make your spicy moments a little more possible. Tell them “thanks for adding spice to my life”. And then sprinkle some of those spicy moments right on back into their lives.Share via socials: