Wednesday Words of Wisdom #126
I'm going to be thirty years old tomorrow.
Hard to believe, I know but its true.
It only seems like a blink of an eye since my 21st birthday and being caught out by a surprise party.
I sang The Gambler that night on stage, badly, but I sang it nonetheless.
Fast forward nine years and I like to thing I’ve learned a thing or two since then.
I’ve learned that my singing is probably best reserved for shower time and walking Oreo, no complaints that way.
I’ve learned that when it comes to health and fitness, sometimes less is more. Not saying that you should do feck all but I definitely think we overcomplicate things nowadays. Move your body, eat well and enjoy it, live a life worth talking about and smile more often.
I’ve learned that its OK to ask for help.
A good few years back, I was in a bad place (and I don’t mean Greencastle smartass!), I felt like I was sinking and that no one would understand. Instead of speaking up, I sought out other ways to mask what was going on. Long story short, I’m lucky to be out the other side in one piece and forever grateful that when I did finally ask for help, it was given in abundance.
No one is alone on this journey through life, we’re all in it together.
Sometimes it can feel like you’re the only person on Earth and that no one can help you.
You’re wrong, trust me.
I need you to believe me when I say that there is someone out there waiting to pitch in when you make the call.
On a side note, one of the best decisions I made recently was to hand my training over to Darren.
I know what you’re thinking, ‘he’s a Personal Trainer, what does he need a Trainer for?’
Well, truth be told I was struggling with my consistency.
I could nail my training for a few weeks and then something would crop up and throw me off track.
Since handing the reigns over to Darren I’ve been on the button for a long time now, even though I took a bit of a knock at football.
I asked for help and what I got in return far exceeded my expectations.
Ego got in my way long enough, I had thought about letting someone take charge of my training for a few months, now I wish I had made the move sooner.
You will not be laughed at, you will not be ridiculed. If you are, that person is a dick and you’re better off away from them anyway.
Help is only a phone call away. If a thirty year old, mule headed eejit like me can muster up the cajones to ask then so can you.
Next thing I’m going to need to sort out is my fashion sense, I took an awful slating yesterday for wearing regular socks and shorts instead of ankle socks.
It may be my age here but……..
*Zero f#ks given……… ;-)**