Ordinary ~ noun~ what is common place or standard.
It had been one of those whirlwind days for me when I realized it was already midafternoon. My morning was behind me and I was full speed into the rest of my day. I received a message from my husband that at first seemed, odd.
“I rarely say anything about your blog other than to discuss the content of what you wrote on that day, nor do I ever really disagree with you on something you wrote. But I’m going to disagree with you on this…”
Well obviously, he had my attention. He is pretty much the only one who’s opinion I want or care about and of course I was wondering what he had issue with in regards to my writing that day.
I waited for the rest of his message to come in…..
“You wrote that you’re an “ordinary” athlete. I disagree. You are far from “ordinary” as an athlete.”
Obviously, I wasn’t expecting that. Obviously, he couldn’t have said anything cooler to me.
Of course, he was picking it out of the entire context of my post that day. I was simply using myself as an example of someone who wasn’t like… you know… an elite athlete or even one who had been an athlete through school or something like that.
I got what he meant. I know that I do a lot more athletically than the majority of people my age, heck, even those a lot younger. I guess I’ve become so accustomed to doing what I do, I forget that normal people think it’s weird 😛
Here’s where I’m going.
I used ordinary for a reason.
I wanted ( and still want) people to relate to a woman who had no athletic back round, and who had no interest in any kind of serious athletic events. A woman who was literally smack in the land of “middle aged” who had taken care of everyone around her but herself for the longest time. Middle aged, carrying more weight than she needed, out of shape, with a family history of (potential) health problems in the future if she didn’t change up her ways.
It’s a standard thing to tell people I really started off as a “reluctant walker”. I knew I needed to do something so I dutifully logged my 2 mile walk every day. No matter what, I did it. I did it till it got into the pattern of a new habit.
I grumbled. I complained. I whined.
An over weight, middle aged, ordinary wife, mom, sister, daughter, jack of all trades, woman just kept at it each day.
I had no lofty athletic goals dancing anywhere in my mind… at all… in any direction. If anyone told me I could be a strong athlete, I would’ve laughed. The idea seemed preposterous.
Funny thing about making new habits….
New habits turn into new desires. New goals. New plans.
What I didn’t know as an ordinary woman, out on the road, building that new habit, not only was it changing my body, it was changing my mind.
I was learning more about myself than I previously understood.
~ my body could go farther!
~ it could walk faster!
~ that walk could be turned into short runs!
~ those short runs could be turned into longer runs!
When I’d come back tired, I’d think about what I had been able to do. I developed a new appreciation for what my body was capable of, that I hadn’t given it credit for. I saw how it over time, began to adapt and change from the activities I put it through.
My weight dropped off. I got stronger. Muscles showed up that hadn’t been there. I developed a great endurance capacity. My mind was getting stronger. ( that, is where the real playing field is boys and girls) you get your mind strong, you can own the world.
Somehow, I managed to sign up for my first race which was a half marathon ( #overachiever) I found out later that most people start with a 5K.
I just kept moving forward. It’s safe to say at this point I was getting hooked. I actually liked what I was doing. I looked forward to exercise.
Year, after steady year. New goals, new plans, new dreams.
They didn’t come all together, those goals.
Safe to say I would’ve felt enough fear? uncertainty? to cause me to run the other way if those things all were presented to me at once.
I was just, you know, an ordinary woman, turning into an athlete. That’s not said with any vain thought…. it’s just an acknowledgment of where I am now.
I am strong. I am capable of doing more physically than I ever would’ve imagined. I am an athlete.
If I look at where I am today, and where I’ve come from, and what I can do now, then yeah, I guess I’d agree with hubby that I’m not “ordinary”.
Becoming a good athlete has been born from hours and hours of work, sacrifice, dedication, tears, tired muscles, frustrations, down right stubbornness, and an unwillingness to give up.
This is your reminder…..
This is what I want you, others, anyone I interact with, to remember. If an “ordinary” woman like myself can accomplish goals and events she never would have imagined, you my dear reader, can do anything you set your mind to.
If you’ve entertained ideas on doing something specific, write down the steps you need to move that direction. If you just think you’re only goal at this point is to get off the sofa, well, go you! Do it. You never know where the path from the sofa may lead to.
Don’t let your thinking be crowded with thoughts that only certain people can do certain things.
Extraordinary things can happen when “ordinary” people get to work.
Tell me something cool you’ve accomplished that seemed impossible or that you never thought you’d see yourself doing. Did you ever feel to “ordinary” in the sense you thought you didn’t have what it would take to do it ?