Today I did something I never, (and I don't use that word lightly) thought I could. I ran three miles. Now to the average person, that might seem like a "nice" accomplishment. However, to someone as completely un-athletic as me, it's almost miraculous.
I've never (and again I chose that word specifically) have accomplished anything athletic. I tried out for numerous sports teams during my school, always at the encouragement of a friend, and never made one team. I got hit on the head with the ball trying out for girl's softball. Didn't make the team. Was one of the tallest girls in school. Didn't make the girl's basketball team. And so on.
When I see a "beginner" class of anything, I know it will be a step above my skill level. Someday I'll tell you about my beginning step aerobic adventure. Uh ... let's just say it wasn't pretty.
My husband is completely aware of my lack of athletic skill. He was there at the infamous softball-hitting-my-head tryouts and still married me. But somehow, he has had this idea that I can run a half marathon some day. I think he's crazy, but it's kind of cute.
So he made me a training schedule (read about our vacations and you'll know he's big on schedules) which includes running and a tough cardio circuit class. He also took me to the Runner Den, where they diagnosed my "running" (such as it is) style and recommended a certain type of shoe. What a difference that makes - my shins and knees don't hurt any more.
When I first started running I could not make it from one light pole to another without thinking my head was going to explode. I just couldn't do it. Every time I'd try and stop panting, the self-defeating thoughts were unbelievable. I won't bore you, but imagine every negative thing you can think about yourself, and I thought it. (No - don't think them because I don't want you going there) Actually, I still think those thoughts - but I just tell them to be quiet and keep going.
This week someone sent me a link to a video on GodTube about this father and son triathlon team: Team Hoyt. I've heard of this family before, but watching this video really inspired me. Click here to watch it. I was especially touched by the ending, and the one word that it typed on the computer: can.
I have filled my head and heart with too many "I can'ts" in my life. What a great reminder that I can ... but I'm going to need help. In spite of knowing the God of the Universe is on my side, and that He is always working on my behalf, I fall into the trap of thinking it's all up to me. When that faulty thinking starts, I neglect to accept the hand of help that God is holding out to me. What a shame to have missed that.
God knew exactly what He was doing when He designed me. That's why I've got a nice round seat to sit on when I'm working at the computer. (grin) But He certainly didn't intend for me to put so many limitations on myself that He never intended to be there.
Three miles is a far cry from 13. But it's closer than I was last year.
So, although my progress is muuucccchhh slower than an athletically-included person, I guess I'll keep going.
What "I can'ts" have you told yourself? Is it time to start thinking "I can"?