Articles in Category: inspiration

overcome: choose to grow

on Thursday, 05 December 2013. Posted in inspiration, overcome resistance

Endurance has never been something that's come easily for me. Give me a quick sprint or a heavy lift and I'm in my element, but ask me to repeat those efforts over and over again, with little to no rest, and I quickly go from excelling to average at best... mediocre may be an even truer word.

Recently, on Tuesdays, I've been going to the track to run with one of the most naturally gifted "stamina athletes" I've ever trained with. She can hold my 100% effort pace with an ease that's almost unbelievable.

I wake-up with butterflies in my stomach on Tuesdays, knowing what's coming. As our training-hour nears, butterflies progress to what feels like a large flock of birds, sweaty palms, trouble focusing... I feel like I'm a freshmen in college, all over again, arriving to the women's basketball locker-room on an "individual workout" day only to find that the seniors have left a box of Pepto Bismol for us... their way of letting the underclassmen know that the session to come is going to be particularly brutal and that it would be smart to prepare ourselves with some pink Pepto. I can remember walking onto the court on those days, knowing that our coaches were going to make us as uncomfortable as possible for 45-minutes, and wishing for some way out of it. I didn't understand then, the opportunity for growth that I was being offered on those days... all I could think about was resisting or escaping the discomfort....  I was terrified of it.

Then, the sensation of being hammered and carved into felt like something that was threatening to end me... something I should run from. But now I know that sensation as something shaping and refining me... something to be leaned into.

On Tuesdays at the track I'm uncomfortable... and I'm quiet. Over and over and over again I'm making a choice to lean into the discomfort... I'm choosing to grow.

I stay quiet because I'm honest with myself there. In the quiet, I don't start belittling myself or the thing that's making me uncomfortable.  I don't try to preserve my ego.  I don't justify my way out of the discomfort. I don't try to escape.

In the quiet it's simply, "you're ok... do your best."

And at the end of it, I'm better than I was at the start.

I don't get this right every time. Sometimes the belittling wins... the ego wins... the justifications win... the escaping wins. But more and more I find myself leaning in... meeting discomfort, quietly, right where I am...

I choose to grow.

Taylor's Story

on Wednesday, 31 October 2012. Posted in inspiration, overcome resistance, team jogo

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Taylor, age 14, is one of our Jogo Performance Athletes
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Taylor w/ her mom, Debbie, at Children's in 2011

On August 3, 2010, the day after her twelfth birthday, Taylor woke up with a tummy ache. Within a few hours, she complained of an ear ache, became very lethargic, and developed a low-grade fever that persisted for days.

Nine days and several doctor visits later, a blood test revealed Taylor had Acute Myelogenous Leukemia (AML), a relatively rare and aggressive form of blood cancer that typically affects older males. Our doctor referred us immediately to Seattle Children's Hospital. By the time Taylor was admitted, the rapidly growing myeloid line of blood cells were populating so quickly that 87% of her bone marrow was compromised of leukemia cells.

Taylor spent the majority of the next eight months as an inpatient on the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance floor at Children's receiving a series of, incredibly, intense chemotherapies and 67 blood transfusions (thank you, blood donors!) all of which saved her life. The cancer, combined with chemotherapy treatments threatened Taylor's life twice. However, she fought the fight, and today is an amazing and beautiful success story, and a tribute to the tremendous staff at Seattle Children's Hospital.

Today, Taylor has been in remission for a year and a half. She is a vibrant teen and wise beyond her years. It goes without saying that we will forever be grateful that this phenomenal life-saving resource, Seattle Children's Hospital, exists so close to home.

Eventually, Taylor’s doctors recommended she resume safe, regular exercise as part of her recovery in life after cancer and we are grateful to have discovered the experienced and careful coaching available at Jogo to help her in this means. Thanks to terrific training by Jogo’s staff, Taylor has quickly begun to resemble her once competitive, gymnast-physic and feels stronger & more confident than ever as evidenced in the above photo taken directly after a fun & challenging class at Jogo!

-Debbie "Taylor's Mom"

Find Your Greatness - Runner

on Monday, 06 August 2012. Posted in inspiration, overcome resistance, photo op

Greatness...
It's just something we made up
Somehow we've come to believe that greatness is a gift reserved for a chosen few...
for prodigies...
for superstars...
and the rest of us can only stand by watching.
You can forget that.

Greatness is not some rare DNA strand.
It's not some precious thing.
Greatness is no more unique to us than breathing.
We're all capable of it...
ALL of us.

Overcome: The Lure of Tomorrow

on Tuesday, 13 September 2011. Posted in inspiration, overcome resistance



I'll do it later.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it when I'm motivated.
I'll start next week.
I'll start on the first of the month.
I'll start at the first of the year.

What is it that gives us so much confidence in our future-self's ability to do the thing that we can't seem to get ourself to do right now? Is our future-self more motivated? More productive? More commited? Does tomorrow hold some power that today does not?

What happens when we arrive at that future date only to find that we're the same person we are right now... the same person who'd rather do it tomorrow?

If something is worthwhile, then why leave yourself an out like "later…" "tomorrow…" "when I'm motivated…" - what does motivation have to do with worthwhile things? Either it's worth it or it's not, and if it is, why not set fire to all of the things keeping you from doing it now?

2,368 Miles

on Wednesday, 29 June 2011. Posted in inspiration

"On to Bellingham..."

I just spent the last week with my family in Indiana. Evansville, my hometown, is exactly 2,368 miles from Bellingham. Flying gets me there in a little over 8-hours. The distance always feels infinite the night before I leave to fly back here.

 

Seven of the people I love most in the world are there. There's my 62-year-old type-A dad, with mannerisms that are strangely similar to mine and who can take 30-second stories and stretch them out for a good 10-minutes, all the while possessing some storyteller's charm that keeps you engaged. There's my 50-something (you're welcome mom) artsy, free-spirited mom, with her blonde hair and 5-feet 2-inches, who, to my horror, often shows people her stretch marks to prove to them that this 5'11" brown headed daughter of hers is, in fact, not adopted. The woman that has been my second-mom and constant source of comedy for most of my life is there. There's my big sister, who, when I was little, yanked more of my teeth out than I can count, most of which weren't ready to be pulled, and who has shared more of the bittersweetness of life with me than anyone. There's her sweet babies who had "Auntie Bup" at hello. There's my 18-year-old baby brother, who my family refers to as my "mini-me" and who has owned my heart since I was 14-years-old and held him in the delivery room for the first time.

They are seven human beings who make 2,368 miles seem impossibly far, but who also make it possible for me to thrive out here by supporting the fact that I'm doing what I love and by believing in my dream with me. The dream being to open a little gym, nestled amongst the mountains and water in the small "subdued" town of Bellingham... a gym that would fill people with the spirit of play and adventure and community... a gym where I could live out my life's purpose of helping people see their magic.

So here I am, 2,368 miles away, living out my dream, all the while missing my family, but what a motivation that distance is in making me want my moments out here to matter all the more.

A friend once wrote to me, "life is short... and it's long..." It has stuck with me ever since. I'm never more reminded of the brevity and breadth of life than when I'm home with my family. My dad's salt-and-pepper hair, my little brother's facial stubble, my niece's new words, all whisper... "life is but a moment love, live free..." -- while the pictures that line the walls of my family's house, that tell our story, add, "it's also so very long, live true."

So there it is Jogo, life is short and it's long. Live it out!

What If I Fail?

on Wednesday, 02 June 2010. Posted in inspiration



What if I fail? 
What if I can't do this? 
What if I discover I'm not perfect? 
What if other people see I'm not perfect? 
What if it hurts? 
What if they're better than me? 
What if I'm last? 
What if I'm not good at it? 
What if I make a fool of myself? 
What if it doesn't work? 
What if someone laughs at me? 
What if...

"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better." - Samuel Beckett

"Life is either a daring adventure, or it is nothing at all." - Helen Keller