One Small Risk at a Time

I took a risk today. It was kinda my metaphor for this looming 100 miler I need to sign up for. I did it because I'm damn sure I'll be signing up before December and the risk I took today was small in comparison. It was small but big at the same time. This risk told me I was ready to try. I'm ready to try and succeed, but I'm also ready to try and fail too. That feels good because either way I sorta win. Just having guts enough to register, prepare and train for this race is me succeeding. I'll be succeeding at attempting to do something that only a year ago I would have completely written off as fantasy. An unattainable, futuristic, laughable and downright crazy pipe dream. One hundred miles. On MY legs. With MY feet. Hahahaha!

But I'm not laughing. I'm near tears every day now with my workovers. Not because I'm sad, but because I'm on the verge of doing something epic and I don't want to fuck it up.

So what was the risk I took?

My gym's boxes.
I jumped the second highest box at my gym today. That may seem stupid and silly and small, but its not for me. I've been stuck on the 34-36 inch box for more than 6 months now. I'm not sure exactly how tall it is because there's no label but they probably go up in increments of 4-6 inches. I've been too scared to try the higher box. My gym doesn't let you put weight plates on top of the boxes to ease up in height gradually. You have to pick a box and jump.

So I did.

Today I tried my last set of box jumps on the 36-38 inch box. I barely made it to stand up on the edge of the first two jumps then fell on the next two jumps, gave up mid-jump on the 5th jump and couldn't muster the courage to do the 6th jump.

I succeeded and failed all in one set of jumps.

But I tried and succeeded. That's all that counts.
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  1. What you just wrote illustrates my favorite quote that I think always pertains to me and running...

    Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat. -Theodore Roosevelt

    1. Wow. That's very profound, Matt. Thank you for sharing.:-)

  2. Profound indeed...Matt is the man!


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