Six months ago, a friend suggested I make a fb page so people could follow our journey cycling across Canada (in stages). I didn’t make one at the time, but posted updates on my personal page so my friends were able to follow our progress. When I decided to make a fb page in conjunction with starting my schooling to become a personal trainer, I decided to make a blog as well. I wanted to make sure the names were the same or similar so i started investigating the blog set-up first. If any of you visited my blog last week you probably saw little to nothing as I slowly navigated my way through set up. I then had the task of setting up the fb page, which was also new to me and something I kept putting off because I couldn’t find the ‘label’ that fit me. I decided to go with ‘Athlete’ in the public people area. Wow, that seemed like such a reach. Unless a person is actually good at something, are they really called an athlete? I would venture a guess there are people who are good at something that won’t even call themselves an athlete.
Yet…that’s what I chose and then got a knot in my stomach. What if someone finds out I am a hack? Just because some of my friends call me Marathon Barbie, doesn’t make me an athlete. Who am I trying to kid? I don’t even look like an athlete; I have soft spots and sometimes I don’t even wear the proper clothes. What if someone sees me eat something they believe is unhealthy? Am I just fooling myself? I didn’t ask all those questions in the time my life was flashing before my eyes when I hit that button, but my stomach reacted to all those doubts over the years that seem to come out the moment you proclaim something. Fortunately, I had to write that little ‘about’ statement next, so thinking on the fly, I came up with:
“There is an athlete in all of us. Sometimes we need someone to lead the way or introduce us to something new. Each day is a new day to get moving.”
That’s what it’s really about. It is about moving daily. It is about starting each day as a new day, forgetting what we didn’t do to the best of our ability the day before. It’s about stretching ourselves in new ways, mentally, physically, emotionally…and just growing because that is where we feel fulfillment and we aren’t getting out of here alive, so why not?
So what defines me as an athlete? It comes down to what I believe about me. I play sports, I am active, I have pushed myself beyond what I thought possible. I have exhausted myself physically to that point of hitting the wall and emotional breakdown. I have had victories, and failures; I have succeeded and I have fallen… and I have gotten up and carried on. I am my biggest competitor (except, occasionally, for that one friend) and my biggest critic. Calling myself an athlete allows me to be my biggest supporter as well. When it comes right down to it, each of us needs to be our own biggest supporter to become our best selves. So go ahead, call yourself an athlete and make it happen.