It’s way early on a Sunday morning. My kids are still sleeping because we took them to the drive-in last night complete with dancing hotdog commercials and smuggled in outside food. We stopped short at putting them in the trunk but it was a close call. I’m awake because my hamstrings are angry and sore, worse still, second day sore. I can barely move and have been holding my pee in for about an hour because the thought of standing up, walking and then attempting to sit again?
Not happening, people.
Aside from me attempting the World’s Record for squatting, the wrathful leg muscles can only be the result of one thing. I have started to exercise again. Why? Because speed skating starts in two weeks and I am a blob. A blob with sore hamstrings and abs made of muffin.
While I was lying in bed attempting not to move I was thinking about a conversation I had on twitter with @MortgageNancy. She wrote that she wanted to find her own “speed skating” but she’s never been athletic and is afraid of speed. I totally get that.
If someone had told me a year ago I would join speed skating, and I use that term loosely, I would have asked them to share the drugs they were on Right Now! because clearly that is good stuff and I need to get in on that. For so many years – too many - I didn’t do anything that really inspired me.
When I was in Grade 6, our school used to have these athletic days. Sometimes it was track and field but this particular time it was a baseball tournament against other Grade 6 classes from other schools. At the end of the day they handed out awards. I got most congenial player.
Turns out in the world of athletics I am what is known as a ‘hospitable athlete’. I can’t hit a baseball to save my life but I can sure as hell make you feel really good about the home run you just hit. That right there describes my natural athletic ability in a nutshell.
I didn’t know I’d like speed skating so much. I didn’t know it would make me feel so alive. I didn’t know it would inspire me to try other things that scared me. I didn’t know this 42 year old body would allow me to skate around an Olympic sized rink in a squatting position - I can barely hold myself up when I’m trying to pee in a porta-potty.
I didn’t know any of that….until I tried.
So for you Nancy and all the other Nancy’s out there. You can sit down and try to figure out all the stuff you think will be your own personal speed skating. You can contemplate what will fit into your life or what may or may not match up to your current abilities. And you know what? It’s possible you’ll find the thing that makes you light up inside.
Or… you can stop the thinking and the analyzing and go out there, throw caution to the wind and just start to try – one thing at a time.
You may discover your body is capable of so much more than holding yourself over a hole in a porta-potty while you pee.