I have never been an especially athletic person. I tried volleyball. Rather than passing and hitting the ball, Gabby Reece-style, I preferred the duck and cover method. I was far too worried about the ball smacking me in the face to succeed as a blocker.
I tried basketball. Air balls were my specialty.
I tried golf. More often than not, I would swoosh that driver with all my might and miss the ball entirely.
Grand jetés in ballet were about as athletic as I ever got.
So, recently, I was determined to try something new, to push out of my athletic comfort zone.
In Forrest Gump, one day, Forrest just decides to start running---and he ran and ran and ran, "like the wind blows."
I thought my foray into running would be just as breezy as Forrest's. After puffy ankles and creaky knees and super-duper sport bras, I can attest that my first runs were neither easy nor pleasant.
Now, a few weeks into a new running routine (thanks to new shoes and a great Gaga iPod mix), I am feeling a little more like Forrest. I actually like running. I want to high-five the air as I finish the final minutes of a run. I have gotten my first runner's high.
While I seriously doubt I'll ever become a marathoner or a triathlete, my new adventures pounding the pavement have challenged me in a fulfilling way. For once, when I slip on my fancy New Balance running shoes (pink, duh) and pull on my favorite old t-shirt, I feel ever so slightly and ever so wonderfully athletic.
How do you push your own limits? What gives you a sense of accomplishment and pride?
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