This past weekend, I went out to KOR Komplex and played around on America Ninja warrior obstacles. It was a ton of fun, kind of addicting and humbling all at the same time. I learned that despite my best efforts to keep my workouts well rounded, I have failed.
I didn’t expect to get there and kill every obstacle the first time but I did expect to be able to put up a fight but I’ll admit it, some of these obstacles basically laughed in my face.
I joined the Introductory Class along with 8 others ranging from 4 to 40. We were taught how to properly bail out of the warped wall, how to use our momentum to get through the quintuple steps and how to punch the salmon ladder.
After the introduction part of the class was over, I walked around and tried some of the obstacles on my own. Since I was there by myself, I wound up asking some of the “regulars” to video my attempts. They were very nice and humored me. After my first attempt at the Devil’s ladder, the regular said..
My response…”yeah, but how did you know?”
“Your hands. You have runner’s hands.”
Me: “What’s wrong with my hands?”
Him: “Nothing. That’s exactly it.”
Hmm..it caught me off guard. Then I looked down and noticed that he was right. My hands showed no sign of a tough workout…no calluses, no blood blisters…nothing.
What caught me even more off guard was how it made me feel. I don’t think he intended to devalue running, that’s not the tone he had but he did get to me.
Before I really got into running I was a pretty focused gym rat. I loved lifting, I loved pushing myself always trying to figure out where my strength limits were. At some point along the way my goals shifted and that seemed to be fine because I didn’t know what I didn’t know.
I walked away from the class with so much more than sore arms and my first blood blister. I learned that there are definite weak links in my fitness, I can plainly see that now. I also learned that as proud as I am to be a runner, it’s not entirely who I am. It reminded me of high school. I never quite fit, nor did I want to.
A while back I wrote a post about just being who you are (read it here) and I guess I must struggle with it because here it is again, reminding me that no matter how much I want to fit into a specific mold, I don’t…nor should I. I am who I am, and you are who you are and that’s a beautiful thing.
I’ll keep running but I’m also going to go back and celebrate the rest of me if you promise to do the same!
Do you struggle with knowing who you are? Do you think our “labels” hinder us from trying new things?