The Last Iron Man
We’ll just skip over all the excuses about how abysmal I’ve been at blogging in 2011, ok? It’s embarrassing, frankly.
But I wanted to direct anyone who hasn’t completely given up on me to this phenomenal story in the New York Times:
This article reduced me to tears in my cubicle. Straight up. I realized that I had been avoiding this blog, you all, and my mission because I was trying to force myself to accept my limitations. I was trying to force myself to accept that my athletic pursuits could only ever be therapeutic—never for leisure or pure pleasure. I’ve been trying to accept that I should give up on ever running, riding a bike, or learning to box. I was trying to be content to embrace fitness merely to maintain function and stay strong. And I was failing, miserably. The envy was just about killing me—watching other people run their first 5K after a month of training, take up rock climbing for the heck of it, or embark on a century ride because they can.
Reading about this dude, I am deeply ashamed of myself. Seriously Bee? You’re going to complain about the limits other people put on you while erecting huge stumbling blocks for yourself? So you won’t ever be able to do things as easily as many people. Big freaking deal. Since when has that stopped you? Get over yourself already. Your way has–by necessity—never been other people’s way. And your way has gotten you pretty far in the world. It’s not been the easiest way, or the most elegant way, but you got here didn’t you?
Do yourself a favor, wait until you actually *hit* the roadblock before stopping, ok? Limits are for pushing, defying and generally ignoring. . .New training regimen as of Monday—complacency is off the menu.