Why am I so slow to apply knowledge from one area of my life to another??
I was thinking about the whole “sharing epiphany” thing while on my run to nowhere (32/200) this afternoon, and it occurred to me that I know a lot about individualized plans (talking about them, creating them, implementing them, and changing them) from my time spent in Disability World. The reason that they are individualized is because - wait for it - no two people are alike! Even two kids with the same diagnosis will require different plans for – say – teaching them math, because there is no way to distill someone down into a stereotype. I know this intimately, and yet, I didn’t apply it to my fitness quest/questions. We do it a bunch, you know, try to label people and simplify their personalities into some easy-to-define niche. I know better, and I still do it.
Michael Smull is one of the gurus of Person-Centered Planning. One of the activities he led us through in his workshop involved writing out our morning routines and then trading them with one another. The premise was that you would now have to follow the routine designed for you by the other person. It was eye-opening, to say the least. Of course, the exercise was to put us into the shoes of someone with a disability whose every waking moment is designed without their input. But it applies to fitness, too. Stick with me, here.
Let’s look at my fitness routine. I put my hair up in a ponytail. I wear long running pants, a jog bra, a tank top, white cotton turn down socks, and New Balance running shoes. I carry a bottle of water (with a packet of Emer’gen-C mixed in), my
I could keep going, but you get the idea. Now, think about your typical routine for physical activity. At what point does my plan differ from yours? How long would it take you to run screaming if I handed you my plan and said, “This is what you *must* do lose 15 pounds in 8 weeks – oh wait, I have to give you my food plan, too…”??
So, regardless of how much I *love* my routine, how well it works for me, or how excited I am about it, I can’t expect you to start it up, too. This applies in the much larger sense of life choices, as well. Just because I am uncomfortable enough weighing 172.5 pounds to go to the gym nearly every day doesn’t mean that anyone else will – or even needs to! And just because The Dance of the Dissident Daughter by Sue Monk Kidd sent me on a spiritual journey that changed my life doesn’t mean anyone else will get what I got from it – or even like it!
We are individuals. We are different enough that no one plan/book/life will fit us all.
I am not the first to say that folks tend to get very excited about the choices they make that are successful for them. I know that I do. The trouble comes when we try to apply that information to other people. Sure, I can learn from what you do, but I can’t live your life. I’ve got my own, thanks.
Soap Box of the Day: I am not typically a violent person. As a matter of fact, I have quite the reputation for being a pacifist. But that all came very close to changing this afternoon at the gym. I was *thisclose* to finishing my routine (see above) and lacked one leg machine. The problem? There was this guy who was – you aren’t going to believe this – sitting on the machine reading the paper! Every 5 minutes or so he would give a half-hearted effort at 3 or 4 reps, but for the most part he was taking the afternoon to work through the sports section!! Now, if this had gone on for 2 or 3 “sets” I would have chalked it up to someone who needed a reeeeaaaallllyyyyy long recovery.
Nope. This went on for nearly a half an hour. Yes!! I thought about interrupting him, but by the time he got to his 4th set, I just had to see how long this would continue. Of all the nerve! It isn’t like my gym is loaded with machines. There is one circuit. That’s it! So, let this be a lesson people. If you are going to spend your Sunday reading the paper, please find a porch chair and leave the machines at the gym for the people who will be working out.
Thank you for your support.
3 comments:
A quick story, in line with the sets dude.
My daughter is 7, walking the JAck Russel that is 5 months old. In my neighborhood, you have a front yard, then a sidewalk and about 1 foot in width of lawn, wunning usually the length of your property. You mow that too, or have the gardener, you get the drift. Child walks dog down the street and as this is the first time on the new block, 8 years ago, the dog pidles on the little piece of grass near the street, not on the lawn of the neighbor. He comes out, and explains tot he 7 year old that she should walk the dog across the street or not let the dog pidle on his lawn. She comes home, tells me the story and I tell her to respect his wishes and either go up the street the other way, or avoid the house. The owner now comes over and yells at me. I apologize, telling him it wont happen again. A week goes bye and the child forgets, takes the dog out and he pidles on the little lawn again. The neighbor comes flying out, screaming at and threatening my 7 year old. I hear a little, look up and see the daughter running home.
I slowly walk to his house, say hello, drop my pants and pee all over his feet, legs and lawn. I explain in no uncertain terms, do not yell at anyone that is under 21, especially anyone in my family. Needless to say, we never did get along after that...
Renee - that's sort of like ordering a Big Mac, Super Fry, Apple Pie, and a Small Diet Coke. "How's that workin' for ya??"
Allan - Ack!! I'd say that he got the message. ;)
Could someone email me a Happy Meal already !!!! We drove by a Nathans retail store this morning that was out of buisness. Wife turns to me, points and says, "See what happens when you go on a diet " Lovely sentiment ... Send food please
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