Fight it Through: "The Dustyn Shoe"
“I...can’t…run...any...more,” I pant as I crouch down and wrap my arms tightly around my stomach. Every gasp of air is piercing my throat. “Water...please...water,” I ask with my arm stretched out. My trainer passes me my water bottle and says, “Drink up ‘cus you’re not done. You have another half mile to go ” I look up at her with a wide-eye stare. “I can’t,” I pant shaking my head rapidly.
She crosses her arms as she let’s out a soft chuckle. “Why do people love to quit when they’re so close to finishing?”
She’s right. I’ve run 2.5 miles so far and I have a half mile left to get back to the training center. I’m starting to get angry and I can tell that my trainer is noticing. “Come on” she yells at me with her fists in my face. “Get angry and finish this thing!” You've come too far to give up now...just finish this, Fran.
I begin to feel a shot of adrenaline through my body. I nod at her and she leads the way as we finish the run through the neighborhood. When I see the training center in site, I pick up my speed. Almost done, almost there! I run faster...faster...sprinting...YES!
As I reach the steps of the entrance, I begin to feel dizzy and I sense a knot in my stomach. Suddenly...Blaaagghh! My trainer puts her hand on my back as I vomit. “That’s alright. Let it out.” When I’m done, she hands me the water bottle. “You did it! You completed day one,” she says. “You had a setback moment, but you fought through it. The worst part is over. Now you know you can do it.” I let out a deep sigh of relief and I’m already starting to feel like a better me!
There are circumstances in life when we find ourselves up against a wall. In circumstances like this, there are two types of people. The first group is those that panic or give up. They don’t see a way out, they spend their days complaining about the issue, and they easily pick up a negative attitude when the pressure begins to weigh them down. The second group is those that get the adrenaline rush when they feel the walls closing in. They devise a plan, stay hopeful, and refuse to quit.
I challenge you to be part of the second group. Of course, you’ll have moments when you panic and you may even tell yourself once or twice that there is no point in doing anything about your situation. I’ve been there and I know how hard it is to gather the last ounces of strength you have left to fight on after you’ve received multiple blows in life.
But that’s the irony of life - it takes some major blows along the way to bring out the BEAST in you that will propel you in the right direction. Once you are sick and tired of feeling defeated, you will find the strength to strangle your situation until it pukes, suffocates, and dies.
So, the next time you’re in the boxing ring of life and you’re on the last round, get a little angry! Gather the strength you have and stare back hard at your situation. Readjust your boxing gloves and remember that while you’re still breathing you haven’t been defeated. Your situation chose the wrong person to mess with!
Each post is named after a pair of "fictitious" (for now) shoes. For this post, I chose the name "Dustyn," which means fighter.