Can You Teach Passion?

Sometimes I use this blog as a sounding board.  A way to get my thoughts out there…to the universe.  The thoughts may not always make sense–they may be jumbled–they may not provide an answer, but selfishly I am releasing it from my mind for my own benefit. If it benefits someone else, that is the icing on the cake.

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The question that’s on my mind today: CAN YOU TEACH PASSION?  Can you help ignite the passion inside someone?  As a fitness instructor I can look around the bootcamp room and see the ones who are “in the zone” and others who are just going through the motions.  I battle with letting that “be” and understanding that everyone is at my class for different reasons.  Some are there to literally just get out of the house…to get away from it all.  Some are there because they need to get their hour gym time in.  THEN, there are the ones who walk through that door and they are there to work AS HARD AS THEY CAN for one hour.  They are focused and determined.  Some to excel at racing, some to lose that last 10 lbs, and some to just walk away knowing they gave everything they had for an hour.

Whatever their reason is, there is a visible difference in the two bootcampers.  As I said, I battle with letting this be.  I understand that some have no desire to be “in the zone” for an hour, and are okay with just being comfortable for an hour.  However, I also know that people are scared to step OUTSIDE OF THEIR COMFORT ZONE, but do not realize that that’s where LIFE BEGINS!  To walk away from a class (or any workout) so shakey you can barely walk and knowing you gave it your EVERYTHING  produces a “high” better than any drug.  You will walk away from that workout and spend the day feeling like a different person.  THIS is why I want everyone to experience this.

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So many people have no idea what they are capable of, and when they take that leap outside of their comfort zone they realize there is a whole life out there that they are missing out on.  I look at it as MY job to teach this to people. But, how do you teach passion to someone?  How do you make them understand that a life lived without REAL passion is a life not lived?  Maybe it is not fitness that will spark their passion, but when they are inside the walls of my class, it is my job to see if it is.  Call me biased, but I tend to think that the passion and lessons learned through fitness and competition is the gateway to life in general.  Learn how to push yourself PHYSICALLY past your comfort zone and you will surely do it in every other aspect of life.

This brings me back to my last post “Why Competition Makes Me Cry”.  My wish is that every client of mine that finishes a race has emotions…even if it’s not tears.  That is because they know that HARD WORK means success….whether at the race or in LIFE!

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Why Competition Makes Me Cry

hard workOne thing that has been on my mind a lot lately is competition, and the emotions that go along with it.  There are a few things that have sparked this in the last week:

1.) Watching a Michael Jordan cry like a baby while clutching the NBA Championship Trophy.

2.) Reading a letter from my Aunt that was written for my High School Basketball Senior Day.

3.) Hearing a friend say she “doesn’t understand why anyone would cry at the end of a race.

I could go on for days on this subject, and I hope I can find the limited amount of words to get my feelings out.  First, I have to say that the emotion that is involved with competition is what I miss most on a daily basis, and what I crave to seek as much as possible in my current life.  What you may not know about me is I was a 3 sport athlete in High School & went on to play collegiate basketball.  I traveled since the age of 12 all over the country to play in AAU Basketball Tournaments, learning at a young age the the price of hard work is worth the reward.

So, here I am at the age of 32, still trying to find my way in an unknown world.  A world without practice, coaches, teammates, and games.  For 20 years, my life revolved around one thing: competition. It was why I slept, why I woke up, why I ate, why I lived.  I had a team around me, working towards the same goal.  I had a family that surrounded me that threw there lives into my sports career.  They traveled all over the country, following my AAU, High School, and Collegiate career.  They saw the “behind the scenes”:  shoveling off the driveway to shoot my 100 free throws. Turning on the spotlight to work on my jumper until 11pm.  Doing my homework via flashlight in the car after softball game followed by AAU basketball practice.  They saw all of this, therefore, when I lost, they lost.  When I cried, they cried.  They saw my hard work, and they knew it was for one reason….to excel at game time.  They felt each loss, and rejoiced in each win, because it wasn’t just the 40 minutes of the game we were feeling, it was the work that came before that game.  THIS is why I felt the tears Michael Jordan shed as he clutched that trophy.

This brings me to present day.  The one way I have found competition is through racing.  It will never be the same as basketball, but it at least gives me the idea of training hard for the end product: race day.  What this means is every training run, every minute spent cross training, this is done to get me ready for GAME TIME: race day.  So, as you cross the finish line of the race, your thoughts are not always on the race itself, but the work you did to get there.  The days you woke up early when you just wanted to sleep in.  The nights you skipped the bar with your friends so you could get up early for a training run.  Only you knew how hard you worked before and DURING the race, and when you cross that finish line the emotions flow.  THIS is why I cry at races.

One of the most emotional, energetic races I have ever attended was IRONMAN Lake Placid.    Why?  Because to compete and finish an event like this EVERY single person there COMMITTED to it.  Every person gave up so much, and gave so much.  To me, THIS is living.  And if you have never crossed a finish line with a lump in your throat, maybe you just aren’t emotional, but MAYBE you didn’t give it your EVERYTHING?!?!