Turning wounds into wisdom…
Everyone fails. Once, twice or maybe a hundred times; just like Thomas Alba Edison when he thought of creating the light bulb, his failures did not stop him from doing what he loves. It even made him to do something better, until he achieved his goal… Just like him, it may not be phenomenal, I have a story too.
Flashback – I left Kuwait for Korea in July 2014. I was a bouncing 100kg block at that time. Wooohhoooo! One of my friends even threw a joke at me that I am 0.1 ton (Damn, how could they use the unit ton on me). I know I’m heavy and big for my height but I believe that things will be okay if I workout. I’m sure it will be okay. So I started having this new life, working out, running, swimming, but nothing really serious as my diet was the same. SEE-FOOD (When I see food, I eat). I would always try to weigh myself and see very minimal changes; I joined various half marathons, but naaah, nothing. Ok, I lost weight, 1lb per month. I’m not really sure if it was a big difference… maybe, at least I’m going somewhere. I even joined Tokyo marathon in February 2015, and I was around 95Kg; 5kg in 7months. Then triathlon events came in April and finished last. At the end of July 2015, I weight 93kg; a loss of 7kg in one year.
My friends see me as very optimistic person and I really consider myself the same: fit and able to endure anything that goes in my way. Then, this event came. 70.3 Ironman… A Complete Failure. I blame the full moon, the unforgiving heat and the inconsiderate marshals (even though they are not) for now allowing me to run…
Fine. No problem, I’m fine, Perfect, Try again. I was trying to console myself and so did my friends, but the truth was, it’s not okay. I returned to Korea thinking about it, and I had this realization, that I need to do something different for me to really achieve my goal.
I signed up for a number of multisport events, but I told myself that I want to be better. I created a training diary and told myself that I should do it. Whatever my reasons were when I wake up, I have to do it. I get up early to swim or bike or run. Then in the evening do the same. 7 days a week. I rest sometimes but that’s because of my work schedule. The key was I should have a good sleep. I used my common sense on my diet; eliminated sugar in my coffee and chose healthier options.
On the first 2 weeks I saw significant difference on my weight. Wow! This is working. I shared my plan to few of my friends who I know can motivate me; to keep my sanity (because I’ve never done this before). I would show them what I’m doing and they would virtually pat my back for my job. That feels good.
I consistently workout, and it showed huge results. All my races may not be a complete success but there is one thing in this pursuit that thrilled me most. I lost 10kg! I looked back on some of my photos a year ago, and it was like I’m looking at two different people, with the same smile (lol). Even I couldn’t believe on what I have achieved, just when I thought it’s IMPOSSIBLE. Then, I change the way I look at things, then it became, I’M POSSIBLE. I used my failure as my inspiration to be better, and so I succeed.
Today, I am still aiming to shred few more pounds, I just recently hit sub 2 hours in my last half marathon, and looking forward to improve my time in my marathon pursuit.
DIFFICULT, BUT DEFINITELY ATTAINABLE.