The other day I was going out on my morning bike-ride before breaky. I was tired. It was cold outside, but I was happy to get my body moving. I then met a couple of obstacles along the way from the bedroom to the ride.
The helmet was gone
I had to pump the tires on the bike
It was cold
The saddles had to be adjusted
The chain popped whilst the saddle got adjusted
When the chain popped I said “let’s not bike today, we can do something else”. Five small obstacles were all it took for me to give up and do something else. I felt week and fragile. Cold. I could have gone back to put more clothes on, but at this time I just wanted to get this show on the road. (don’t tell anyone but I actually cried a little).
I started to reflect on what set me off. Like, it’s actually quite pathetic. What make me quit, and what goes on in my head when I reach that breaking point? I was so happy when I finally got a bit warm on my bike, with a view over the ocean, sun was shining. And I was prepared to give up just because I had the wrong helmet, and getting the bikes ready would take five to ten minutes longer than I’d expected. And I started to cry. Time to raise my standards.
My mountain biking nutritionist of a friend Karen Hill then told me to make a game out of my un-comfortableness. When I hit challenges in my life, when I’m forced out of my comfortable zone I have to see it as a game, I have to make it into something fun. I could stand around waiting, or I could dive in and start solving the problems. I should take action, act to solve a problem, not let go. Life is my game and if I don’t find it fun and play it, no one will.