Whilst out on a family cycle ride yesterday I had confirmation of my suspicion that I can no longer keep pace with my nine and twelve year old boys. I have felt it before, but I didn’t want to believe it at the time; now it is incontrovertible that my fitness is not what it once was. I am, (without doubt!), getting older, and my boys are getting bigger and stronger, so it is no wonder really that I can’t keep up.
It is time to accept that I will probably never catch them, (unless one of them is not on form). Actually, bumbling along behind them yesterday I enjoyed the peace, I loved seeing their enthusiasm to sprint for targets ahead of me, and then wait for me to join them before setting off again. We had a lovely time. I will now concentrate on increasing my cardiovascular stamina and muscular strength for its own merit and value to my health and happiness.
Although I wholeheartedly support the idea of competitiveness, and know the motivating effects of comparing oneself to others, I also appreciate that getting comfortable with one’s own fitness potential and striving for improvements within a realistic personal scale leads to contentment.
This could also apply to one’s body satisfaction – love your own body and do not covet someone else’s ideal. Recognise the positive qualities in your body, and celebrate your differences. Self-acceptance will surely lead to greater happiness.