(A very long post….just words…no pictures….)
As you probably know I have been training for a 5K (you can read about it here and here)….
Since we have lived here our friend, Amanda, who owns the local fitness center, has done two or three 5K trainings (along with 10K, etc)….in the back of my mind I’ve always wanted to do them. But, I have always found one excuse or the other NOT to participate. Well, this summer I had no excuse. So, I’m doing it.
I had training with the whole group again last night (Thursday). As I was leaving, I began to think. Am I now a runner? When do you become a runner?
We seem to define ourselves by certain gifts and talents that we have. For example,
- I am….a singer.
- I am….a knitter.
- I am…..a cyclist.
- I am….a musician.
- I am….a writer.
Are we those things simply because we do them?
- Am I a singer simply because I sang one song when I was five?
- Am I a knitter simply because I knitted one scarf when I was twelve?
- Am I a cyclist simply because I own a bike and have ridden it a few times over the past two years?
- Am I a musician simply because I took guitar lessons for about three months?
- Am I a writer simply because I have a blog?
I think the answer is no.
- Just because you sang once, doesn’t make you a singer.
- Just because you knitted once, doesn’t make you a knitter.
- Just because you rode a bike once, doesn’t make you a cyclist.
- Just because you strummed a guitar once, doesn’t make you a musician.
- Just because you wrote an essay once, doesn’t make you a writer.
So, the question is: when do you become someone?
There is an Indian mystic, guru, and spiritual teacher (think the movie, Eat, Pray, Love) who once said, “Drop the idea of becoming someone, because you are already a masterpiece. You cannot be improved. You have only to come to it, to know it, to realize it.”-Osho
Although I really do like that quote, it makes me wonder….
So, should I just stop trying to become someone? I am destined to be who I am right now? I hope not.
- If I had that mentality when I was five, I never would’ve learned to roller skate (because I was destined not to).
- If I had that mentality when I was nine, I never would’ve learned to ride a bike (because I was destined not to).
- If I had that mentality when I was sixteen, I never would’ve learned to drive (because I was destined not to).
- If I had that mentality when I was twenty-five, I never would’ve gotten married (because I was destined not to).
Therefore, my question remains:
When do you become someone?
This past Thursday night I asked myself, “Am I now a runner because I can run a mile in 10 minutes? or Am I now a runner because I can run .25 in 1:44 (which, by the way, means, at that pace, I should run a mile in 5:76) or Am I now a runner because I beat the fastest person in our group who took training last year?” When do I become a runner?
Of course being born in the 80’s I am now living in my fourth decade and only have the past 3 decades as a reference point, but I do believe that our society has conditioned us to measure ourselves all the time against something. We live in a world of comparison. We live in a world of “barely getting by.” What does it mean to “barely get by?” What’s the measurement of “barely getting by?” Who decided what was enough to “barely get by?” We have been socially conditioned to compare ourselves to others and use others as our own reference point for success or failure.
- If I forgot the words to a song, would I never sing again?
- If I forgot how to do a complicated stitch while knitting, would I never knit again?
- If I forgot how to shift gears on my bike and crashed, would I never ride again?
- If I forgot where to put my fingers to play a certain chord, would I never play the guitar again?
- If I forgot how to spell a word, would I never write again?
According to society, maybe I would. We have been conditioned to put so much pressure on ourselves to accomplish something that sometimes we get stuck, feel depressed, feel put down, and eventually even “give up,” accomplishing nothing.
There is a girl in my running group that is a “large” girl. I have not officially introduced myself but I do know her name. (I’ll call her Sarah). Sarah would probably not be classified as a runner. But, do you know….she never gives up….she keeps going….and the coolest thing:
Every time I run past her (I lapped her a couple of times last night) she always says, “Good Job…” to me…
Last night when she said that to me, I got tears in my eyes. Why would she be telling me “Good Job?” Not to sound boastful, but I do run faster than her, it’s obvious. So, if anything, I should be encouraging her.
But, instead, she is encouraging me. Which makes me smile (and tear up)….she obviously has not been conditioned to be satisfied with her destiny. She is trying for something more. She is pushing herself past her destiny. And, for that, I will be sure to encourage her next Thursday when I see her.
So, when do you become someone? Am I now a runner? I asked my friend, Susanne, who is a runner. She said, “I think it just happens. One day you will find yourself saying it, pause, and think, ‘Well, I guess that’s true. I AM a runner.”
For now, I don’t think I’ll add it to my list of Activities on FB, but deep down I think I am becoming a runner….
I Am….a runner (wannbe)…. 🙂