Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Hard makes you happy



In high school I had my first experience with pushing my body to its physical limits.



I didn't grow up in a 'sports' family. The house I grew up in was full of girls, and we all sang and played the piano. When I was 16 we moved to a tiny town without a music program. Everybody there played sports, and you didn't have to try out. So, I joined.

I ran drill after drill after drill in basketball. Always the last one. Always the slowest. It was embarrassing in a lot of ways. I excelled academically. I was a very good singer. Sometimes I would see kids we were competing against from other schools and think to myself, "If only you could see me in the classroom. Then you wouldn't think I was such a dud."

I'm surprised that from such a negative experience I gained some very valuable skills. No not, basketball skills, I'm actually still terrible, although I love to play. I learned the skill of pushing your body and feeling endorphins and saw how doing something hard can actually make you happy.

So now, 13 years later I come to the gym every Saturday to lift weights, and every Tuesday for a cycling class. The rest of the week I exercise on a bike in my garage. I'm still terrible at it. I'm still not athletic. But I do it because all those years ago I learned that hard makes you happy and your body can do more than you ever thought it could.









2 comments:

  1. Love the pics. Even we have great memories of your high school sports career. Mom

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  2. Go Mustangs!! Those were good days!
    Love, Dad

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