Going beyond what I'm capable of

Crying at the gym.

Yup. Second time in the last week.

Working out with my trainer.

In both instances I was reaching a point in the exercises where my body felt weak. Incapable. Like I couldn’t keep going. And the physical embodiment of that feeling brought me to tears.

Both times I found myself saying I don’t like not being good at this. I don’t like not being capable. I don’t like that I’m not better at this. I don’t like the feeling of not already being good at this.

And the tears started flowing.

Whoa.

I have taken a lot of pride in my life for my strength and abilities.

I have certainly pushed myself outside of my comfort zone in many areas of my life AND that this is a new edge.

A particular edge that I have avoided for a long time (perhaps you’ve got one of those yourself?).

I’m grateful that my trainer @davidorsinifitness has met me there both times with compassion and possibility. That combination is the key.

It gives me permission to be where I’m at and then keep on going. To keep going with the tears, with the feelings rolling around inside me.

It feels so good to go beyond what I think I’m capable of. Every time I walk through that ring of fire

I think of the women I coach (or have coached) and remember the sacred courage it takes to be that vulnerable and to let someone witness you and support you through that.

Thank you David. More edges to press.

More tears to come. I’m in.