8 years ago I wrote a post called HOLY $HIT – I just ran a 5K! and I can still remember vividly that feeling of proving myself wrong. There was no doubt about it, I was not a runner. I couldn’t run. People told me I wasn’t good at. It just wasn’t who I was.
Until I did it.
Of course “doing it” just didn’t happen overnight. I built up my confidence. I started walking. Getting more fit. Working out and then one day I accepted a challenge and signed up for a 5k. I remember my first attempts at running outside all those years ago, I’d make it about a block before having to stop and walk. Fast forward 8 years later and I’ve run 2 marathons, 5 halves and countless 5ks. Yesterday, I effortlessly (well, nearly effortless) ran 5 miles and enjoyed every step.
Like running, pull ups have always been in that category of something I simply can’t do. Remember this scene in Terminator?
As a kid that was one of my favorite scenes. I remember being utterly mesmerized by her strength.
But me? Be able to do something like that?
I’m not strong enough. I weigh too much. I not athletic. My back is too weak. I’m simply not built to be able to do pull ups.
Blah Blah Blah.
Yet again I set my own limitations based on fear, self-doubt, and a lack of confidence.
Well today I proved myself wrong, again. After 3 weeks of following the Armstrong Program I was able to do this today…
I can hardly believe it! That’s me. I did that.
I can’t even wrap my head around it. At 39 I can finally rep our pull ups.
And here’s the kicker, I know I’ll get even better at them. I have no doubt. That’s what working towards and achieving a goal does for you. It gives you confidence. Even small goals like keeping a food journal for the day or giving up soda — that’s how I started. Goal achievement is contagious. You just have to actively and consciously pursue them no matter how small and own every little baby step on the way.
I’m 39 years old and I just did multiple pull ups for the first time in my life from a dead hang. You can bet your butt I’m celebrating!