Im not sure if it’s the time of year (fall, kids back to school, most of the moms I encounter finally have time for themselves).
If it’s the people around which I hang (ok VIRTUALLY. You are all pretty damn badass).
Or if it’s simply a resurgence in the popularity of competition.
Lately, however, Ive been bombarded by the question of what it is that I do.
- Brands have asked (we may have sponsorships available—what do you do?).
- Strangers have asked (I run marathons—what do you do?)
- Friends and family have asked (what’s the end-goal with your working out? what do you do?)
Each time I respond I dont “do” anything. This is it. This is my end goal. Life is my competition. I get up, I do it as best I can, I go to bed and I get it and do it AGAIN the next day there seems to be a level of disinterest (brands/strangers) or disappointment (family/friends).
As if committing to daily, lifelong competition is not in and of itself a goal.
As if choosing to get on this healthy path and not git off isnt
freakin hard and exhausting ‘enough’ or impressive.
A little while ago I had a conversation with a bunch of bloggers about the temptation to compete.
About the fact it seems some days EVERYONE IS DOING IT & can be a slippery slope to committing to doing something you (OK, *I*) know is not your spirit.
It’s taken me a while to grown entirely comfortable with the fact I may never compete again in the traditional sense. To acknowledge publicly and happily Im UTTERLY SOFT OF CORE & for me living a consistently healthy life is challenge enough.
It’s taken me a little while—but Im finally completely comfortable saying LIFE IS MY SPORT.
- I dont run races….but Ill cheer you on.
- I dont do triathlons…but Ill help you in your transitions.
- I dont compete in bodybuilding right now…but Ill train with you & help you plan your diet.
- I dont do crossfit…but Ill read your posts & admire your badassnessment.
When I was asked (yesterday. again.) what it was I did the question suddenly reminded me of the poem The Invitation.
In that moment I realized it doesnt matter what I do and I dont CARE what *you* do.
It doesnt interest me what you do for your workout—I wanna know where you started and where you aspire to go.
It doesnt interest me how many pounds you lifted or how strong you were in the WOD—-I wanna know how it felt & how you embraced and moved through the pain.
It doesnt interest me how many miles you ran or when your marathon/race/triathlon is– I wanna know what part of the process you enjoy…what facet of the journey nourishes your soul.
Life is my sport.
There’s no cheering to be done. There’s no training-PRE and focus on recovery-POST. There’s no finish line.
It’s just a little bit (eating and moving) each day until Im dead.
Life is what I do.
With that new definition in mind I “invite” you to tell your story.
What do YOU do?