What does it all mean?
I sat up last night thinking about what sport meant to me. This was mainly due to a skype chat with a fellow sports afecionado and friend. Sport is a huge part of my life. It has shaped my career as well as my social circle. It makes me somewhat selfish as i put training high on my priority list. Luckily i have understanding friends and a sports mad boyfriend but early morning training means that im no night owl and diets mean im also a very fussy dinner guest.
In order to really get to grips with the question i instead thought back to a time when there was no sport in my life. I got very sick following a sporting accident that saw me puncture my kidney. The years that i had spent building up skills and fitness were void. Some disappeared over night and other slowly diminished as the weeks wore by. My body was irreversibly damaged and i found myself then battling huge health complications for the next two years. Training was no longer top of my list. Working out was now not a pleasure but instead a reminder of how far i had fallen. Instead of invigorating me it served only to highight my weakness. I could no longer call myself an athlete. My title was stripped along with a huge chunk of my self confidence and identity. So how do i know how much sport means if i was able to live without it? Because i wasnt. The first chance i could i got back into training. I praised myself for every mile run rather than every mile lost. I put myself back into competitions knowing that i was no longer at my former standard. My love for sport is stronger know because i chose to do it for the right reasons. It has a time and place in my life and my heart. I want to do this forever and it is no longer about being at the top its about being at my top. I recognise my own strenghts because i am now very aware of my weaknesses.
I train for me, I train for life!