And T H E N…this weekend happened. Some background before we get to the weekend.
In December, a friend put a question out in a message if any of us would be interested in doing a Spartan Race with her. Now I had been receiving a lot of info from them on FB and researched it…and thought about doing the race…so I said I would do it with her. I signed up that day.
In January, I was sidelined for three (3) weeks with an upper respiratory infection that was on the verge of becoming pneumonia. So I was out of commission for that time. I was sleeping a lot, skipping the gym, and questioning whether or not I was going to be ready physically to do this race. I’m also not young anymore, and while many think I’m in great shape, I’m definitely not in my prime, and not quite as fit as even I think I am, but that I will always work on. Two weeks ago, I hit the gym, five (5) days a week, because I knew this race was coming up, and I couldn’t back out.
Now, if you don’t know anything about this race, I’m here to tell you, it’s intense. It’s scaling walls, climbing walls and crossing cargo nets mid-air to get to the other side of the wall in order to get down, 4.8 miles of running and hiking trails, pools of mud you have to climb out of, crawling under barbed wire, throwing spears. You get the idea.
So as Sunday approached (race day), I was getting more nervous. On Saturday, my oldest daughter had to attend an interview to attend a middle school. I was nervous for her. She was nervous, but I think I may have been more nervous. We practiced possible questions as well as nailing down her answers. At the time of the interview, we were all asked to come with her and much to my surprise, she nailed each question. I was so impressed with her poise and composure, and her compassion in some of her answers. It was a proud parenting moment.
But here’s the thing; she inspired me. She inspired me to work through all that fear, take a deep breath, and move through each question with precision and ease. She was my inspiration for getting through the Spartan Race yesterday.
I fought through my fears, I tackled every single obstacle with ease and strategy, many I was shocked I even accomplished! Some I could have finished but when I lost focus, I stumbled and had to do 30 burpees (google that if you don’t know what I’m talking about – then multiply that by 6. I probably did that many and more).
I didn’t finish with a great time, but that wasn’t important to me. It was important I looked fear in the face, tried every obstacle at least once, and then moved on…to the 30 burpees or the next obstacle. If my 12 year old daughter could do it, I HAD to do it.
It was a great weekend, for all of us. I am proud of my daughter! I’m proud of what I accomplished as well. I learned a lot about myself, tackled some fears, and realized I have really come a long way. I still have a long way to go, but I’ve come really, quite far.
So this week, look for inspiration in others, or be the inspiration that others are trying to find. Do something amazing, no matter how big or small.