Every night my daughter and I talk about one brave thing we did that day. My daughter is a pretty anxious kid so we’ve been talking for years about courage and how that’s more important than your fear. It is usually better to feel afraid and do the scary thing anyway. We talk about how just because we feel afraid, that doesn’t necessarily mean we’re in danger and shouldn’t do the scary thing.
A while back, I noticed that for several days in a row I couldn’t think of anything brave I had done that day. Because I wasn’t doing anything scary. I saw that not being brave corresponded with my life feeling flat. I wasn’t unhappy and my life wasn’t falling part. It was just flat. On the days I have a brave thing to report, those are the days that I have more fun.
These aren’t huge things. I never leap from one tall building to the other, for example.
However, I do go to Crossfit.
I started a couple of months ago. It’s crazy. Crossfitters climb ropes, do pull-up’s, and lift bars over their head with hundreds of pounds of weight on them.
In order to join my Crossfit gym, you have to take a one month how-to course so that you can learn all of the movements and lingo and so forth. I was the only woman in my class. The teacher was a 17 year-old (very nice, but super muscular) kid. Even though some of the men in my class were significantly overweight, I was always the last one done. Every. Single. Time.
One of the nice things about Crossfit is how supportive and encouraging everyone is.
So when we were completing a workout involving jumping on and off of boxes, and I was still going after everyone else was done, they crowded around me cheering me on.
While my post-baby body leaked. If you know what I mean.
And ladies, I think you probably do.
So I told myself they probably thought I had particularly sweaty thighs. And I kept jumping.
Crossfit terrifies me every time.
Jumping and peeing in front of all of those people terrified me.
I am so damn proud of myself every time I finish.
Because I keep going and I’m not afraid to suck in front of all of those people.
If I can pee my pants in front of several people and hold my head up, don’t you know I have the courage to stand up for what I believe in even if people around me disagree?
Or to send a scary email to someone letting them know how much I’d love to work with them.
Or to publish a
weak vulnerable blog post.
Here’s why. Every time I show up, it’s practice for my life. Crossfit is not life or death for me. It’s scary for sure, but my heart isn’t on the line, like it is with coaching and writing. So it’s this safe place where I can stretch my brave and uncomfortable muscles. And the stronger they get, the stronger I am. Just like the faster I jump on and off of those boxes at the gym, the more stamina I develop. That stamina makes it easier for me to get through my kids bedtime when we’re all tired and cranky.
How alive do you feel?
How terrified do you let yourself get?
Do you see a correlation?
I want to know what you’ve done lately that scares the pee out of you. Talk to me in the comments below.
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