"If you have a positive attitude and constantly strive to give your best effort, eventually you will overcome your immediate problems and find you are ready for greater challenges."
~ Pat Riley
Training for something can materialize its applications in unsuspecting places in your life.
It might even save it.
Over the last two years, a tribe of us have been battling it out on the squash court. We all agree that squash is fucking awesome. A game of speed, agility and precision. In addition, the healthiest one. We find more and more champions stepping up every year. So much so, that we built our own amateur men's league. The ByTown Squash League. Thirty strong and counting. Our league is a little more rough around the edges, as we consider our matches, battles, and the court, the Pit. No ball down is our motto in the Pit. Diving for the ball was common, but more importantly was the recovery back to your feet. You had to anticipate the merciless return of your competitor. This fierce competition was something I hadn't felt since my days of martial arts. It was beginning to carve me into something sharp in both mind and body. I found from constant squash training and matches, my reaction time significantly improved. I didn't realize this cognitive ability was transferable to all other avenues of my life. Until...
(A light example)
It was Saturday night and I was arm locked, gazing into the eyes of a beautiful french girl I had met a week earlier. We were on a trajectory to my place for a glass of wine and canoodling, when I crashed into something. A fresh new curb. Not fresh in the soft sense, but rather new to the eye or to the unsuspecting, clearly. As my big toe exploded against the concrete, my leg was swept from under me given the velocity of my strut. The embrace of the sidewalk would be unforgiving. This was a kiss I was sure to land. However, to my surprise I caught myself before impact, face hovering inches away from a bloody mess. I had braced myself for the immanent and used the force of the impact to explode back to my feet as quickly as I had fallen. Not only impressing her, but surprising me.
Squash was the first thought to pass through my mind upon re-orbit. The constant practice of diving for the ball in squash, had paid off in an avenue of my life that both saved my grill, and boosted the self assurance of my own ability. It must have showed in my smile. I high fived the ego, acknowledged the power of training, and we were back on course. Training pays back with compound interest, and diversifies itself into your life. Pay into it.
Here's a little motivation for Monday: Focus