This fear of life has kept me on the straight and narrow. I have never smoked because I knew if I took even one puff I'd be the one to get lung cancer. I didn't drink because I was scared of what would happen if I got drunk AND I really didn't like the taste. I've only ever slept with one man because I knew I would get pregnant and get a sexually transmitted disease (probably AIDS) if I even thought about being promiscuous and even if I used contraceptives.
I've been scared of flying - just ask my sisters who got upgraded to business class because I had spent all morning throwing up at the airport and had to be wheeled around the terminal in a wheelchair. The nurse on duty was convinced that I'd celebrated too hard the night before. OBVIOUSLY she didn't know me.
I used to be scared that something would happen to my husband. And I would sit on my patio every day with my baby son in my arms and wait anxiously for him to get home. Now it doesn't worry me so much so I worry that I don't love him as much any more or (if he's left a tissue in his pants and thrown them in the wash) I worry that something won't happen to him.
I've often banged on about how great running is for you. How it gives you energy. How it keeps your heart and your body and your mind strong. How it keeps you young. How it relieves stress. For me, though, it's given me one bonus advantage - it's made me fearless!
Can I run a three day relay in 35C heat? Sure I can. Can I run for two hours in an overnight relay from 2 am to 4 am. Yeah - no sweat. Can I run a marathon? Well if all my running squad can do it then I probably can too. And I did!!!
So getting sick AGAIN at the beginning of the year was particularly shattering. It knocked my confidence in my abilities, in my body and it made me a little fearful again. And I don't like it. I don't like having to say no, I can't do something because I just don't know how I'll be. I don't like worrying that my body will give out on me again. And I really don't like that nervous feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach when I have to put myself out of my comfort zone.
But last week's race went a long way to building up my courage again. I won't say I'm invincible. I've proven over and over that I'm not that. But it showed me that I have tenacity and some good old-fashioned pig-headed stubbornness. It emphasized just how much support that I get from my running squad and proved once again that they will be there in the tough times and the good.
AND it gave me the desire to sign up for another race. The Melbourne half is looking good. Especially if I get to run it with these happy people.
I love your honesty Char. I too struggle with anxiety and worrying about things that other people just seem to breeze through without a second thought. Your post is very comforting :) And I completely agree with the fact that running opens up a whole world of strength and confidence.
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what you mean. It wasn't until I started running and doing races that I felt the "courage" to do others things.
ReplyDeleteNothing like a good race to put you back on track!
Exercise definitely takes the edge off my anxiety (and my all or nothing thinking sometimes). Thanks for the great comment on my blog today. I think I agree :)
ReplyDeleteExercise definitely takes the edge off my anxiety (and my all or nothing thinking sometimes). Thanks for the great comment on my blog today. I think I agree :)
ReplyDeleteThat's awesome! We may not be able to get over all of our fears, but tackling some of this is amazing!
ReplyDeleteMy Mom is very much like you - almost identical stories. I was raised with her saying, "Don't be like me." whether it was driving a car, going to college, dating & flying. It's not that I wasn't afraid or anxious, I just told myself they were feelings, not predictions. All of that was just the base layer to deal with life post 9/11. Your perseverance with your running and all your running accomplishments are a testimony to your children of the power you have within yourself. Don't stop believing in you!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great post, so full of honesty and candor! One of the best things is that you recognize your fears and keep tackling them and then recognizing new ones to overcome. That is so inspiring!
ReplyDeleteAwesome post. Just loved it!!
ReplyDeleteGood post, Char. I must admit the airport story was my favorite. You do a great job facing your fears it sounds like. Yay for running and all it has done for you.
ReplyDeleteThis is what I love about blogging. We would have never met in person (because we live in different countries), but I look forward to your witty blog every day. You are a bright spot in my life, so it is interesting to find out that you consider yourself timid. I only know you in this venue, yet you have so much spirit and vitality, that if I had to pick one co-blogger to go one my next adventure, I would have chosen you, Char. Your spirit shines through!
ReplyDeleteI'm a worrier; it keeps me up at night a lot and I struggle with sleep all the time because of this. I can't sleep the night before a race because I just get so tense about it, especially a key race or a big marathon. But I keep telling myself that every worry that has come out just fine is making me stronger. So I think that is what it is doing for you, too. You are damn strong and I'm thrilled you're back on the racing circuit again! You rock, girl!!
ReplyDeleteYou're so awesome!!
ReplyDeleteDo it!!
Thanks for sharing this.
I too went through a very difficult time where I'd had panic attacks if my husband wasn't home right at the scheduled time or if he didn't answer his phone I'd freak. Anxiety is hard. Freaking hard. Running is honestly my cure. People laugh when I say that but....it's the truth.
From your blog, you don't come across as timid or lacking in confidence AT ALL. I know what you mean about running though - knowing you can tough it out in a hard long run definitely encourages fearlessness. Hooray for running!
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