“Push it until you feel uncomfortable. It is okay to feel uncomfortable. That’s when change happens.”
The other day I was in spin class, sweating away, pushing myself hard, and the spin instructor yelled the quote above into her microphone. As she said it, I realized that yeah… I was sweating like a beast. Yeah… my legs were aching and my quads were on fire.
Was I giving it my all though?
Was I pushing myself past my comfort zone?
No, I wasn’t. So I pushed myself, and I let my body hit that uncomfortable zone. The zone where you kinda feel like you could pass out and/or die (but you still recognize that it’s probably just your inner drama queen claiming you are on the verge of death).
After class I thought about how many areas of my life have benefitted from pushing myself into that “uncomfortable zone.”
My fitness levels. When I was in high school and college, I “worked out.” By working out… I mean that I casually hopped on the elliptical (on a low-level, obvi) for about 25 minutes 3 times a week while reading the latest US Weekly. I don’t think I ever broke a sweat. It wasn’t until a few years ago that I kicked up my workouts into high gear. I ran my first 1/2 marathon, and then pushed myself to beat my time by 26 minutes during my second 1/2 marathon. I fell in love with that feeling of being “uncomfortable.” Changes happened as I pushed myself harder and harder, way past anything I ever thought I could accomplish.
My relationship with my husband. When Bobby and I first met, I was just coming out of a nasty relationship. Bobby was one of the “good guys,” who for some reason, I tended to steer away from. Something about him hooked me right away though, and I knew I needed to push myself out of my comfort zone of “bad guys” and let myself fall for a good one. The best one. Was it uncomfortable to let myself fall in love with him? Yes. I was scared. Was it uncomfortable to let myself believe that I deserved his love? Yes. But was it worth it? WITHOUT A DOUBT.
My job. I do not like speaking in public and in front of people, but I knew I was born to be a teacher. In front of my students, I come alive. To get where I am though, I had to go through presentation after presentation, interview after interview, demo lessons galore, etc. It was uncomfortable, and I was forced to push myself. That uncomfortableness brought me my dream job, though… and every second was worth it.
Blogging. Does blogging make me uncomfortable? YES. I am vulnerable, and I’m putting myself out there to be judged. Blogging for the world to see is not a comfortable feeling… it’s definitely something that I have to push myself for. Am I happy to do it though? Yes.
So just remember, next time you’re wondering whether to push yourself out of your comfort zone… that’s when the changes happen.
When was the last time you pushed yourself out of your comfort zone?
Was there ever a time when you pushed yourself to do something uncomfortable and it ended up in something amazing?