I wanted to share some thoughts stemming from Friday's’s
post, Limits on Learning. I’m sure there are many reasons people put these
limits on themselves, but one major factor is how we label ourselves. Our
limits are a function of our labels. And it goes far beyond labels on our intelligence
or capacity for learning. These labels could include a declaration we place on ourselves
regarding our personality, our appearance, our talents and myriad of other applications.
Let me explain what I mean. Ever since I’ve been a teenager,
I’ve struggled with shin splints and ankle injuries which had often made
running painful and laborious. But I read in a book once that exercise was good
for me, so I continued to run despite the inconvenient nature of it. Then,
about eight years ago, I sustained a pretty severe ankle injury while dragging
a Humvee in a strongman event. The damage was bad enough that even months
later, after running just a mile or so, my ankle would get so inflamed that I wouldn’t
be able to move my foot and would limp for days. I stopped running and labeled
myself as a “non-runner.”
Because I didn’t run consistently, the ankle never re-adapted
to that activity and if I ever did run, it was difficult if not excruciating.
But that didn’t matter too much because I was not a runner. I resigned myself
to the fact I wouldn’t be able to do much running and it became a self-fulfilling
prophecy. I was a non-runner, so I didn’t run, and running thus remained
difficult and painful.
This year I determined to reverse that. I had to relabel myself
and begin viewing myself as an aspiring runner rather than a non-runner. I knew
it would be difficult and I had a lot of rehab to do in order to build up my ankle
and shins, but I would start with what little I could do. I would start where I
was at, but I wouldn’t stay there.
It hasn’t been a smooth process, but I have made progress
despite the challenges and setbacks. I’m still no marathoner, but running is no
longer the huge barrier it had been. The wall in my mind is coming down. And I learned
something very interesting in this process. For the last eight years, I thought
my ankle is what had held me back from running. It wasn’t. It was my label.
Be wary of the labels you’ve given yourself that may be
adding artificial, but nevertheless, intimidating limits on your life.
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