I’ve chosen this for the title of my first “story” because I can be sure that I will never be those things…combined anyway. There are not too many things you can be sure of in life.
I pretty much, positively know that I will never be a marine biologist. I like laying on the sand near the ocean relaxing and people watching in the summer. I like to hear its waves crashing at night through the open windows of a rented beach house. I like fish and shells but not so much that I would want to make my life’s work collecting samples and studying water and “muck”. I so strongly believe you must have a passion for what you do and for me being a marine biologist is not one of my many passions. (Although, I am extremely thankful and grateful to the people who do have that passion.)
I pretty much, positively know that I will never live in the North Pole. Anyone who knows me knows I don’t like being cold. I like to see those first few snowy days from inside my warm home each winter and I like the change of seasons, but I don’t like feeling all tense and having my shoulders near my ears because any one part or all parts of my body is cold.
I positively know that I will never be a man. I believe in that saying “Never say never”. But I can say I will never be a man. I don’t have anything against men and I know many, many nice ones…but I won’t ever be one. And we all know very well, thankfully, that we can be anything we want these days.
So, therefore, I will NEVER be a male, marine biologist living in the North Pole.
This concept of being “one thing or another” has been swirling around in my mind over and over for a long time. It mainly started over 10 years ago with friends and other gym members inviting me to go running with them or to sign up for running events…5k’s, 10k’s, marathons. My response was always “Sorry, can’t do that. I am NOT a runner”. I truly felt that. By the time I was 35, I had never run more than 6.2 miles in my life and that was when I was about 23 or 24. I hated it so much I pretty much convinced myself that I was NOT a runner. Besides, I didn’t have the build for it, my chest got all tight and wheezy when I did it and I was very, very slow when I did try it.
Since then, I have run countless, 5k’s, 10k’s, 10 milers and a marathon…most of which have been on extremely dangerous, technical trails. Apparently, I’m not that slow either. I’ve have placed first, second, and third in my age group more than once. I was wrong. I am a runner.
This morning, I was talking to a few friends at the gym and I was invited and encouraged by my friend Carla to train for a triathlon. She is an amazing athlete and “survivor” who is an inspiration to me on a daily basis. I don’t think she says “I am NOT an anything”. Having said this, my first response was. “I’m just NOT a swimmer.” I CAN swim and I swam a lot for fun as a kid, but I just know how hard it is to swim any kind of distance as an adult who has never done it before. And remember, I don’t like being cold! I think you are kind of getting the point of my “story”. I am learning that if I am to be honest with myself, there are not many things that I am “NOT” if I want to put the effort and time in to TRY to be them.
Boy, that concept could cover almost all aspects of life, couldn’t it? I don’t think I am strong enough emotionally to go that broad right now (all aspects of life) so I am going to share with you my most recent, “surface” thoughts on this concept or philosophy.
Often times, I feel like I would like to share my thoughts and experiences on paper through articles submitted to a newspaper or, more recently, on my blog within my website.
My job as a trainer affords me the great opportunity to meet and work with so many amazing people with inspiring, interesting lives. Sometimes their “stories” are funny and, sometimes, excruciatingly sad. Sometimes I feel so drawn to them and want to become more like them. Sometimes I learn how I don’t want to be…which is also a gift I get by getting to know people! It's a gift they give me...none-the-less.
The lives and experiences of family members, friends, clients, co-workers and even acquaintances can sometimes change the course of my life and I feel compelled to share the thoughts that I have as a result of those stories. Who knows, maybe someone else will be affected in the same positive way that I was. If I don’t share, it might be an opportunity of a lifetime lost. Well, it might be.
But I keep saying to myself “I am NOT a writer”. I don’t have the greatest grammar or punctuation. It would take up so much time. Or, why would anyone want to hear what I have to say? But just as recently as this morning, I chose to stop telling myself not to do it. I was just making up excuses why I couldn’t.
For now, I will allow myself to say “I am NOT a writer”. But anyone can share a “story”, right? Everyone that reads it doesn't have to like it or be inspired by it.
I have a client that just told me the other day that he would read the last group email that I sent out when he has a few days off from work. Haha. I know I can be long winded and that I have a phobia that people won’t understand me if I don’t explain everything until it’s dead, but I figure it’s a free country and this could be the last “story” of mine you ever "choose" to read.
No hard feelings…I mean at all, at all. I really mean it…no hard feelings.
After all, I am NOT a writer so I wouldn't blame you.
(Look for my next “story” in a few days about my very inspirational, crazy, funny, motivated friend and client Anne Trinkle. Anne ran her first 5K in October to celebrate 5 years of being cancer free. )
I PROMISE YOU WILL ALSO STILL CONTINUE TO GET FOOD AND FITNESS ADVICE AND IDEAS AS WELL! BUT PART OF GOOD HEALTH AND WELLNESS IS EMOTIONAL WELL BEING. WE PROBABLY GET THAT MOST FROM POSITIVE THOUGHT, LAUGHTER AND LESSONS FROM OTHER PEOPLE.