Posts Tagged Persistance
What Was Unresolved in the Past is Unresolved Today…
Posted by Matt Hoover in General on August 26th, 2011
I feel like I have two lives; life before Biggest Loser and life after Biggest Loser. Life before Biggest Loser consisted of poor choices and dissapointment. Life after has been filled with joy and excitement. Of course there have been struggles, mainly with my weight, but things are so much different.
After the show I began a new life. A life with a beautiful and loving wife and two amazing little boys that I can’t get enough of even though I am with them everyday.
My life is so drastically different that I was completely caught off gaurd when my past came back to haunt me in a big way.
I have been offered a posiiton with a large company. These days, one of the conditions of employment is a thorough background check. After filling out all of the paper work, accepting the position, and even having a start date, I was shocked when I got a letter telling me that the offer was put on hold because of an issue in my background check. It was reported on the report that I hadn’t received my degree. Most of you know that I was so excited to announce that I had in fact graduated form the University of Iowa this past May so I was devastated to see that according to this background check, I had lied about it.
After finding out what had happened, I was reminded of how past choices can still affect us today even if we have moved on.
My journey to earn my degree has taken 16 years. At oone point in my education life, I just quit school and left. I had a whole semester of F’s for grades. At the time I felt sorry for myself and chose to quit and run off. I had no idea just how much that decision would haunt me. In short, when I re-enrolled at the University of Iowa on academic probation I needed to earn nearly straight A’s. I did that. I went through graduation and thought everything had been squared away.
Fast forward to last week. Part of the background check is checking education references. When the company doing the investigation contacted the National Clearing House that list those who have earned degrees, my name wasn’t there. According to the investigation company, I had lied about having a degree. As you can probably imagine, that is not a good thing for a perspective employer to see.
I’ll spare the details, but I needed to file a dispute because I knew that I had completed the requirements to earn my degree. In one quick phone call I found out what had happened.
Although I had completed my coursework, there was an unreported grade from when I quit school over 15 years ago. Having the unreported grade on my transcript meant that the University of Iowa could not report that I had officially graduated. After one more phone call and what seemed like the longest day of waiting in my life, it was taken care of and the university was able to report that I had in fact met all requirements and did, in fact, earn my degree.
It has been heart-wrenching to have to wait through all of this but it is an excellent lesson to learn. Just because we hope something goes away doesn’t mean it will. If I had taken the proper steps before just up and quitting school, all of this could have been avoided. At that point in my life I felt sorry for myself and that I had it so bad, the only option was for me to leave school.
That was BS! Things were bad because I had made them bad and rather than think through my actions and how it could affect me long term, I chose the easy way out and ran. You can only run so long from the rough things in your life before they will eventually catch up to you. It took 16 years for mine to catch up with me, but last week they finally did.
The point of today’s blog isn’t to whine about my situation right now, it’s to drive home the point of the lesson I learned this week. Things that are left unresolved, be it yesterday or years ago, are still unresolved today. The only way to keep those unresolved issues from catching up with you is to face them and deal with them. Running from them won’t fix them, hiding from them won’t fix them, and for damn sure just ignoring them won’t fix them. The only way to truly put those things in the past is to do everything you can to resolve them.
It may be a conversation that needs to be had, a phone call that needs to be made, or some self examination that needs to be done, but I can promise you that by taking the action, a weight will be lifted. Only then can we be free from the past that we may not want to remember.
Remember, if it was unresolved yesterday, it is unresolved today. We can’t wish it or hope it away, we need to face it head on so that we can move forward. Let me reassure you that dealing with the things that we have been afraid to is much less painful than carrying them around.
See you later… -Matt
Ironman Florida part 3…
Posted by Matt Hoover in General on November 17th, 2010
This is the last part of my wrap up about my Ironman experience this year. Tomorrow I will share some lessons and thoughts about this event.
With about 5 miles to go on the bike I started making some strategy decisions. Last year I spent a lot of time in transition. Cutting that amount of time could have helped me get to the finish line in Kona in time. I debated on what to do. Last year I changed all of my clothes and put on different clothes for the run. It was again time to make a decision.
I had a complete change of clothes but decided to just put on a new base layer on top. It had been cold all day and temperatures were expected to drop into the 30’s by the time I would be finishing up the run. As I was running by the table I saw some cream that you can put on to avoid friction and the inevitable chaffing that comes with doing a marathon. I grabbed some and put it on my skin down my shorts thinking that it would be a good idea.
BAD! I had already gotten some chaffing going on and slapping that creme on felt like pouring salt in an open wound. I just thought to myself “This is going to be a long night!” As I left the shoot I heard nothing but encouragement and kind words. Even with the Achilles problem I felt pretty good.
After a few minutes the burning from the creme had subsided and got into a good running rythm. During the bike ride my watch had stopped working so I was doing this run with no way to tell how I was doing time-wise. I actually think it helped me because I was listening to my body and not worrying about the time. I made the first 6 miles in pretty good time. I really couldn’t believe how good I was feeling.
The first 13.1 miles were pretty anticlimactic and I began to think about what it was going to be like to become an Ironman. I was excited and still moving pretty good. Then it happened. At about mile 15 the old wheels came off. I was exhausted.
Just a few minutes ago I couldn’t believe how good I was feeling and now I could barely move. During the first lap I had met up with a woman who had done several Ironmans and kept pace with her because she knew she was going to finish with plenty of time. Now, I was all alone.
Within a few steps I started to realize that I had developed some blisters. One in particular was pretty painful. I had gotten a blister across the entire front pad of my foot. Right at the bottom of toes on the bottom of my foot I could feel the uncomfortable pillow of a huge blister. It hadn’t affected me much during the first 13 miles but now it was all I could think about.
There were little speed humps through the residential area of the run. Just going up those felt like someone was sticking nails in my foot. I was now at a slow walk. It was about that time that a camera crew came up to film me. They asked me how I was doing and I said “Not so good.” I also told them I had no idea how I was doing for time since I didn’t have a watch. One of them graciously offered me a watch.
When I looked at the clock I saw that I had to make 15 minute miles to get to the end in time to be an official finisher. I picked up the pace. After leaving the park which meant I had less than 6 miles to go, there were a ton of signs for other runners from friends and families. I saw one of a little boy about my sons age and lost it. It was the first really emotional time of the race. I imagined the “runs” that my sons and I had done on some of our “boys day outs”. When we do those runs my sons run along beside me and just look at me and smile. It is an amazing feeling to see their little smiles and the joy that they get from being active. It was even more amazing to visualize them running there beside me that cold dark night out on that course.
I got it back together and stopped crying. I was back to walking again. Any deviation in cadence made my foot feel like the bottom was going to rip off. Each speed hump that I crossed felt like I was walking up a mountain. Every now and then I would step on a rock that would shoot a piercing pain all the way through my body. I hurt.
With about two miles to go I could hear the announcer yelling “Congratulations, you are an Ironman!” It brought back a flood of emotions. I remembered being able to hear those same words last year and Kona but didn’t get to hear them myself. I thought about all the training and the time I had spent away from my family while training this year and last. Most importantly I thought about what it was going to be like to cross that finish line.
I had one hour to go 2 miles and I was going to need it all. As I got closer people were yelling conratulations and words of encouragement. Many were simply saying “You’re gonna make it!”
When I came around the last turn into the finish shoot I thought of how I was going to cross the line. Was I going to skip, do a cartwheel, or do a somersault? As I got closer I realized it would be none of the above. I simply walked jogged toward the line taking it all in, high-fiving strangers listening to the cheers and appreciating what I had just accomplished.
About two steps from the line I began bawling like a baby. As I crossed under the finish line I threw my hands in the air and gave thanks to God for giving me the strength and opportunity to do what I had just done. A medal was placed around my neck and I was an official Ironman.
The excitement quickly turned to relief and then pure exhaustion. One of the show producers handed me a phone and I called my wife. We cried together for a moment and she told me she was proud of me.
I have one state and national titles in wrestling and been the winner of The Biggest Loser. This moment topped them all. I was an Ironman!
See you tomorrow!
Ironman Florida…. Part 2 (The Bike)
Posted by Matt Hoover in General on November 16th, 2010
Here is the second part of my Ironman experience this year. If you missed yesterday you might want to go back and read it because I am simply picking up where I left off. Now it’s time for the bike ride.
As I exited the water, I quickly forgot about how tired I was when I felt the icy cold of the sand. The transition was a pretty good distance away so after a short run up the beach I ran between two buildings and into a parking lot. The parking lot was filled with numbered bags in long lines. Inside those bags was the bike ride gear. After finding my bag I was off to change. Again, it was a nice little jaunt to the changing building.
After changing I headed out for a “few” miles on the bike. Heading out of town I felt pretty good. Most of the ride through town was between large buildings that protected me from the wind. I must say that I was getting pretty excited at how I was cruising along.
When I got away from the buildings and made the turn out of town, my excitement turned to fear. The wind was blowing hard. In the first 12 miles I saw more than a few people get blown right off the road. In fact, I passed a pretty good wreck where the lady was being loaded into an ambulance.
The great thing about being a bigger triathlete is that although it is a struggle riding into the wind, when you finally get to go with the wind, you flat out fly. I made it to mile 56 feeling pretty good and in pretty good time. At the turn around is when I got to go back into the wind for about 40 miles.
As I rode into the wind, my mind started to get the best of me. I don’t remember if I have mentioned it or not, but you are not allowed to use headphones or ipods during an Ironman. It is 140.6 miles with only your thoughts to entertain you.
About mile 60 I began to think about how much fun I was no longer having. The more I dwelled on the negatives, the more negative I became. (Imagine that!) I fought through those emotions and just put my head down and began to pedal. I was already half-way done and each pedal stroke was taking me closer to home.
At mile 70 I had one of the sharpest pains I have ever felt in my life shoot through my Achilles tendon, up my leg and into my hip. I drove right off the road. As I stood there trying to figure out what had just happened to me I decided to call it quits. The pain went from a shooting sensation to just a solid burn. I wasn’t able to put full pressure into my pedal strokes without pain and it literally felt like my hip was on fire.
I got back on my bike and decided to tough it out and get home. I was also telling myself that I would call it a day once I got back. I could say that I was injured, call for a medic and let them pull me off the course. My mind was made up. I was just going to pedal back and end this misery.
It was tough going. The wind was howling straight into my face and my feet were now numb from the cold, not to mention my new injury. I was definitely feeling sorry for myself. I fought through the wind and finally saw the glorious flashing lights of the sheriff cars that marked the turn onto the road back into town.
Two thoughts crossed my mind. You are on the home stretch; this will be all over soon when the medics pull you, and you get the wind to push you now that it is at your back.
At mile 90, the fight in my mind was taking to a new level. I really wasn’t feeling that bad and I knew it. Sure, my leg hurt and my hip was burning, but deep down I knew that I could keep going. The thing was is that I had already made up my mind to quit. I had a perfect excuse, medical forfeit. It was at that time that I remembered how I felt at Kona last year and how tough it was to deal with not finishing in time. There was no way that I could just give up and not even try.
Although people probably would have said: “Good job, you did the swim and the bike, that is more than most people can do.” I would have known the truth…. I QUIT! I began to talk to myself. Yes, really talk to myself and out loud at that. I can only imagine what the riders I was passing must of been thinking as I rode by having a full on conversation with myself.
I began to tell my body how good it was feeling. I began to praise it rather than curse it. I told myself about all the training I had done and how quitting was something that “Old Matt” would have done. I began to think about all of the people that had helped me to get to this Ironman. I thought of my wife and sons wearing their IronMatt t-shirts back at home and how they believed I could do it. I thought about a saying that I took from my dear friends the Watson’s: He thought he could so he did! Most importantly, I prayed. I handed the whole thing over to God and asked for strength. He delivered.
I came into the transition and rather than calling for a medic and calling it quits, I ran to my gear bag for the run and went into get changed.
After all, after a 2.4 mile swim and a 112 mile bike ride, all I had left to do was a marathon!
See you tomorrow!
The Self Fulfilling Prophecy…
Posted by Matt Hoover in General on June 17th, 2010
Many people have heard the term self fulfilling prophecy at one time or another during their life. Although having heard it, many have never thought about what it is.
Simply put, our beliefs affect our behaviors. Most of the time it is the negative beliefs that will manifest themselves. As I was working out this morning I started thinking about some of my own thought patterns in the past and how almost all of the negative things I said to myself did or began to become true.
Let me give you an example. When I first won The Biggest Loser, I would read the internet and see that people were saying that I was going to gain all of my weight back. I had never met these people, these people didn’t know me, but somehow what they were writing about me stuck with me. At first I would say that they had no idea what they were talking about. After being away from the show for nearly a year, I did begin to gain weight. When I first realized how much weight I had gained, my thoughts weren’t: “I’ll just get back to work.” They were: “Oh my gosh they were right.”
I was letting what other people had said affect me so deeply that I began to talk to myself in negative ways. I remember thinking, “You always do this, do something great for yourself and then try and wreck it.” Do you see the pattern? Rather than appreciate the weight I had kept off and work to re-lose the weight I had gained, I began to behave worse. It is almost like, rather than try and prove the nay-sayers wrong, I has trying to prove them right.
There will always be detractors to your success. People who don’t want to see you succeed. DO NOT be your own biggest detractor. Think about what you are saying to yourself. The more negative things that you dwell on, the more negative things YOU are going to produce. There will always be plenty of people who will tell you that you can’t do something. The only person who can make you not do something is you.
I have had my struggles with weight, but I am going to win because I believe I will. As I have mentioned in some of my past blogs, I have hit a plateau and the numbers haven’t been dropping. I am not going to sit back and say, “Well I guess this is just what I am going to weigh. I’m not going to be able to be as fit as I would like.” I am going to focus on the solutions. I have seen progress and know that I can reach the level of fitness that I desire.
One thing I do know is that having a negative attitude can only hinder my progress. How are you speaking to yourself? Are the words you are using going to help or hinder your success?
I hope you will work with me to change from negative self talk, which will lead to self defeat; to positive self talk which will open doors in life that you may have thought were permanently closed.
Still On Track….
Posted by Matt Hoover in General on February 15th, 2010
I want to thank my readers who asked if I was still on track with my blog and workouts. I am! There was a glitch on my site and my new posts were not appearing on the home page. I believe it is taken care of now. To all of you who sent me messages asking how things were going, thank you. If you hadn’t asked I probably wouldn’t have known anything was wrong. The post are now up so I hope you will go back and read them.
I had an amazing talk with a good friend of mine last week. We were talking about getting and staying on track and he said something that really resonated with me and I think it will be beneficial for all of you as well, regardless of where you are at in your life right now.
I was telling him how in the past I have always felt like things need to be difficult for me in order to feel like I am accomplishing anything. When I was losing weight I felt like it needed to be hard. When it came to finances I felt like even though I have plenty of money I still feel like I should be struggling for some reason. In my speaking career I have felt like there should be times where I don’t have a lot of events booked so that I work harder.
Turns out I can be an idiot. Life doesn’t have to be a struggle. More times than not we make it a struggle so that we have an excuse in case things don’t work out like we plan. If we make losing weight hard we have a reason to give up. “It was just too hard.” “There must be something wrong with my metabolism.” “I don’t know what’s going on with my weight.” We build excuses for ourselves based on not only our own experience but the experiences of others as well.
My friend listened intently and then said this. “I don’t care.” I was a little taken aback. How could he not care after I had just spilled my guts to him. The answer is simple. It doesn’t matter what you’ve always done, what matters is what you are doing now. Things don’t have to be hard just because that’s the way it’s always been.
He then took a sheet a paper and drew a line on it. He pointed to the left side of the line and said that the left side reprresented the past. He didn’t care that I had won The Biggest Loser. He didn’t care that my parents had gotten a divorce or that I didn’t do as well in school as I should have. He didn’t care anything about those things and neither should I. What happened in the past doesn’t have to affect us today. If I am going to be truly successful I need to draw the line and move forward.
I have talked for hours about the importance of not reliving the past. For some reason the first place I go when things get tough is straight to my past experiences. Not the good ones that show I am capable overcoming, but the bad experiences that lead me to think “See, this is what you do all the time. Now you have done it all over again.”
It’s time to draw that line. I have had tough times in the past but I have also had good ones. Times that showed me that I am tough and that I am an overcomer. For all the bad times there were a lot more good ones. The good ones are the ones we need to draw strength from. The bad experiences are like an anchor that is weighing us down. Until we pull that anchor up we can’t move to a better place.
I hope you will join me in drawing that line and striving to not cross back over. Let’s draw from the positive things in our life and stop setting ourselves up for defeat by reliving and speaking the negatives. We have too much life to live to allow ourselves to be weighed down with those negative anchors.
DRAW THE LINE!
See you tomorrow!
Get Back Up!
Posted by Matt Hoover in General on December 22nd, 2009
A couple of days ago I was at wrestling practice. I have been working with some high level athletes after being away from competition for a while so I was a little timid. My biggest concern was how my body would hold up.
During a live match I got thrown hard. I landed hard and I layed there for a second and thought about what had just happened to me. I realized that I wasn’t hurt and the landing didn’t hurt as much I had thought it would.
I continued wrestling and a short time later I got tossed on my head again. This time it didn’t phase me. I got back up again, made some adjustments and didn’t get thrown again the rest of the practice.
After practice I was sitting down and I got to thinking about what happened during that workout and what I could take away from it.
That is when I realized just how significant those two crash landings were. Prior to getting thrown I was worried about what it was going to be like when I did get tossed. Would I get hurt? What part of my body would get hurt? How long would I be out for when I did get hurt. I built it up in my mind that getting thrown, which was inevitable, was going to be a terrible experience.
The crazy thing was that it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought and wasn’t nearly as traumatic as I had built it up to be. The second time it didn’t even phase me and after the second time I was able to make some adjustments to keep it from happening again.
On my drive home I thought about how I could relate this lesson to people in their everyday life. Here goes. I think many of us have faced times in our lives when we were feeling a little intimidated by a situation. Perhaps we were timid and afraid to go full blast into a situation because we were worried about what might or might not happen. We hold back because we are afraid that the consequences of committing whole-heartedly may hurt.
For some people, when they do face adversity; like taking a fall for example, they lay there and think about how bad they hurt. Unfortunately, a lot of people will lay there focusing on the pain instead of getting up and going back for more.
On the other hand, if that same person simply took a moment to process what just happened, realized that it really wasn’t that bad, and then got back up and started again, they could then begin to see progress.
It is very possible that they may get tossed around again, but after having already experiencing what it feels like to fall and get back up again, it is more likely that they won’t focus on the pain and will begin to make adjustments so that it doesn’t continue to happen over and over.
I guess the short summary of what I am trying to say is this. We all take a fall now and then. In those moments it is easy to lay there and think about how much it hurt and how much easier it would be to stay down. In those times it is important to get back up and take the chance of getting knocked down again and possibly again. Only when you get back up can you learn from what just happened and what changes we need to make to keep whatever it was from happening again.
When things get tough, we are much better served by looking at what we can learn from the experience rather than focusing on how much we hurt.
Running With Rex
Posted by Matt Hoover in General on December 16th, 2009
This past Sunday our family ran in the Seattle Jingle Bell Run to benefit arthritis. We have done this race for four years now and each year we decorate the stroller to look like Santa’s sleigh and all dress up. Suzy and I go as Mr. and Mrs. Claus and the boys dress as reindeer.
This year Rex decided he was old enough to run himself and didn’t need the stroller. The race is a 5k and Rex is only 2 yrs old but we let him have at it. This was actually his second 5k this year. Last night I was talking to a good friend of mine about the experience.
Rex is an active boy and he loves to run so it was no suprise to us that he wanted to do this on his own. It is so fun to watch him because he has so much fun. He had on a snowsuit and then his costume on top of it so he looked liked that kid on A Christmas Story, if you remember that Christmas classic movie. Rex looked like a little ball going down the road.
He would walk, run, wave at the spectators and other races but he was really having fun. As we hit the 2 mile mark we realized there weren’t very many people around us. In fact, we noticed a police car with flashing lights right behind us. Of the thousands of people, we were pretty much dead last.
As we rounded the last turn we saw the finish line in front of us. Little Rex or “Kid Rex” as he likes to be called since he has informed me he is not a baby anymore, saw the finish and ran the last two blocks as fast as he could. He zigged and zagged all over the road and made sure that he took time to wave at people cheering for him. As I followed behind him pushing our “sled” with his brother, I cheered for him like he did for me numerous times this summer at triathlons.
It was so fun to yell “Go Rex Go!” and see him respond with such joy. When we crossed the line we gave him a high five and told him good job. He was so proud and loves the feeling of running across the finish line. At the age of two Rex is already learning that it is fun to finish what you start.
The race took us almost 2 hours with all of the pit stops and waiting for Rex to explore his surroundings, but we finished. Once again I am reminded that it isn’t always about finishing the fastest, but finishing. The cool thing is that Rex is learning to enjoy exercising and he is learning the importance of finishing the race set before us.
As a very competitve person I am learning from Rex too. I am learning that it is alright to enjoy the journey and take in your surroundings. I am learning that being active as a family and enjoying these moments is more precious than getting to the finish as fast as possible.
This weekend, it really hit home that regardless of your age, it is important to get to that finish line no matter how long it takes or how many pitstops you need to take. I also learned that my son is wise beyond his two years! (A little fatherly bragging)
Kona Ironman 2009 part III
Posted by Matt Hoover in General on October 19th, 2009
I came out of the water feeling really good. I had finished the swim well under the time that I had set for myself and was excited to begin the bike portion of the race. All year biking has been my strongest part and I was confident that I would be able to get myself even more minutes going into the run.
I have heard epic stories about how hard the ride is in Kona. According to most of the athletes that I had talked to who had raced Kona, I could expect some crazy wind and extreme heat. I was fully anticipating both.
I left the transition area and the could feel the energy from the crowd. It was the closest I will ever feel to being a rockstar. I could hear the announcer calling out my name and people were screaming encouragement. As I rounded a small turn to head up the hill I saw my wife and boys who were yelling support. I got a little teary seeing how much they supported me. Rex, my 2 yr old, had the most intense look on his little face. I know he may be too young to understand what was going on completely but he knew daddy was doing something important.
The first part of the ride is a loop through town in which my adrenaline made it seem almost easy. After town I headed out onto the Queen K Highway to make my way up to Hawi, the turn around. I didn’t really notice the wind or the heat that much until I made the turn up the hill for the last 19 miles to the turn around.
The hills are long and steady and I really began to feel it. The other thing that I was noticing is that there is absolutely no shade along the way. I remember going through stretches where trees lined the road thinking “How can there be no shade here?” I made the turn around at about 4 hours, nearly 40 minutes behind my goal. I swtiched out my water bottles and headed back to town. There was a pretty good stretch of downhill here I was able to coast and try to dry out my shoes.
I live in Seattle where it rarely gets hot. During my ride out to Hawi I was dumping water on my head at the aid stations. On the last stretch up to Hawi my feet began to hurt really bad and I couldn’t figure out why. As I was coming back down from Hawi I finally figured it out. Much of the water that I had been dumping on myself to keep cool had been running down my leg and into my shoe. The moisture was turning my feet into mush. You know that feeling you have when you stay in the hot tub too long, that raisin feeling? I had done that to my feet and it was beginning to take its toll. I kept taking my feet out of my shoes to dry them a little but it didn’t really help.
The thing that I really began to notice was the wind on the way back. It really didn’t seem bad on the way out, but on the way back it was brutal. On stretches that seemed like I should have been able to tuck and pick up speed going down hill, I had to pedal hard to keep moving. The way back seemed twice as hard for me as going out.
Every now and then a car packed full of my friends and family would drive by yelling support and holding up bright yellow signs with words of encouragement. For a moment I would forget about the pain in my feet and have a few seconds of joy.
I think it really set in that I had a long night ahead of me when I got to the energy lab and saw all the people who nearly done with their run. Here I was still on my bike and they were about six miles from becoming Ironmen and women. I kept plugging along knowing that I had to keep moving so that I would make the bike cut-off.
I came into transition at 5:02 the cut-off was at 5:30. My bike leg had taken me over an hour more than I had anticipated. Once again, the crowd urged me forward. I got to the transition area and my first steps off of my bike were some of the most painful steps I had ever taken. I didn’t really think about it at the time, but my feet were already numb before I had even taken my first step of the run leg. I walked and jogged through the transition are to the changing tent. Got changed and headed out for my first marathon ever.
I was excited to be starting the last leg and knew that it was going to be long night. I’m glad I didn’t know then just how long it really was going to be.
See you tommorow!
Sometimes It’s Hard to See The Shore Through The Waves
Posted by Matt Hoover in General on August 24th, 2009
This afternoon I went for a swim in the ocean. From the bluff we were standing on it didn’t look to bad. There were waves crashing on the shore as you would expect at the ocean but from where we stood it didn’t look that bad once you got out a ways.
Once I got down to the beach I could tell it was choppy but I was still confident that things would calm down once we got further away from shore. The plan was to swim out to some buoys about 1/2 mile off shore. I took off with the guys I was swimming with and encountered exactly what I thought I would, some rough waves. As I continued to swim I realized it wasn’t going to let up.
After swimming a few minutes I stopped to see where the buoys were. I couldn’t see them. In the bottom of the trough there was no sign of any bouys. I could no longer see my goal. At first I was a little nervous. How on earth was I going to get to my goal when I couldn’t see it? I was in the ocean and I couldn’t see where I was going.
As I rose and fell with the sea I realized that when I was on top of the wave I could catch a glimpse of the spot I was aiming for. I knew that if I kept swimming in the right direction and stopped to look for the buoys when I had a chance that I would eventually get there.
I did eventually reach my goal, a half mile out into the ocean. Once I got there I turned around and headed back to shore. It was rough going back too, but at least this time I could see the shore line. I was confident I was going to make it back.
When I got back to shore I realized I had just had an amazing learning experience. There are a lot of times when we seem to be getting tossed around in the ocean of life. Sometimes when the sea is choppy we panick and just try to keep our heads above water. Rather than to keep swimming toward our goal and truly fighting to stay afloat, we will sit and tread water until things calm down.
In this moment we have to trust our ability to swim. The waves may push us or pull us and make it seem like we are going in every direction but forward. This is the time that we need to press on. Keep swimming and look at where you are going when you have the chance. Even though we may not be able to see our destination at the bottom of the trough we have to be encouraged by the fact that once we get on top of the next wave we will be able to catch a glimpse of where we want to go.
Our daily swim in life may not always be in smooth water, but we need to be encouraged by the fact that we have the ability to push on and keep swimming even when it’s tough. When the water is rough, keep swimming!
The only way to reach our goals is to not give in when things get rough!
