Sometimes we just go way too far for our own good while “burnout” has its place on a couch with a therapist. We like to stretch the envelope by leaping into snake infested waters, all the while, feeling like we’re some superhero who is resistant to all forms of physical mutilation.
An extreme sports fanatic experiences the wall from time to time. It’s a psychological inhibitor that lets us know we’re mere mortals. And there’s nothing amiss with understanding finite versus infinite. I can spell the word, but I can’t experience its long-term side effects.
Back in the day, I rode my bike on a pre-qualifier for over 600 miles straight with very little breaks to prove a point. That I’m not the man I thought I was, I’m an idiot beyond reproach! This was my maiden voyage, ala Christening, and everyone I knew thought I was overly wacked to spend so much time, experience horrendous turmoil and to test out my lackluster performance as the old dude on a bike, if you know what I mean?
Going the farthest is not always doing the right thing. Sometimes we need limitations to keep us in check.
I’m a motivator when it motivates to something good. And yet I’m also an avid fan of letting caution fly to the wind when you’re attempting something “over-the-top.” Not all of us can be heroes or claim that we’re super humans. So let’s remember that if you’re trying do you put yourself on the map, make sure you have a comfy place on Google you call home!
