So I follow some blogs, watch videos, keep up with how other people train and eat.
I’ve noticed a pattern of people only posting personal records, better times, bigger biceps, and heavier weights.
I’m guilty. After all, who wants to announce the fact that they’ve just had their slowest time, that they fell on their box jumps or can’t get a double under to save their life? And failed attempts videos are no-no uploads. There is a serious risk that such a post might end up on Youtube with over a million hits.
Don’t believe me? Just search ‘gym fail’.
Anyhow – I had fall on my fanny day. In the most literal sense. During our SWOD (power cleaning) and again during the WOD (wall balls). I may have a bruise.
And it got me thinking about how people handle failure. Particularly pertaining to fitness.
When they binge, can’t hit a new PR, don’t workout for weeks on end or actually fall on their face in front of everyone in class…it’s definitely not posted on Instagram. Can you imagine? “OMG look how much Papa Johns I ate…my stomach is hanging over my waistline!” Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad the people I’m connected to don’t post that.
But why the insatiable need to broadcast only our good days? To make our intermittent successes seem like a perpetual series of events? Why do we hide the bumps in our journey? Why are we so hesitant to confess that it took hundreds of attempts to finally get that pistol?
I guess I’m looking for my own balance. I do not (NOT) perform the way I want to on a daily basis. I don’t want to broadcast my failures as a sympathy seeking device – but nor do I want to be misleading by only putting my best face forward. I want to be able to handle my fails and my wins with class, dignity and a smile.
Be real, folks. That would be my point of all this.
Playing the part of perfection is not expected – nor is it realistic.
Keep Pushin’ Up 🙂