I met sport as a young adult, and a very lazy one to be precise. I blame my parents, because neither mum nor dad had ever shown any sign of passion around any kind of sport. Also, being shy didn’t help during gym classes at school (neither it did collaborate being the nerdish one, that with the thick glasses in a class of beautiful, agile, self confident classmates, tbh).
Destiny made me encounter a partner who loves every imaginable sport instead, and so, because of him, I have been exposed to a brand new world for me, made of swimming pools, sport cars, stadiums, tech clothes – the full package.
As shy as I am, at first I put my fingers inside such universe with great lack of confidence, some embarrassment and a plausible fear of the unknown. But then my natural curiosity pushed me and made me try. Victory!
First thing first I experimented with running: there are some areas good to train here around our neighbourhood as well as small parks. I added some kilometers every other week and entered the world of Sunday runs organised all around Lombardy. It meant every Sunday our alarm clock would wake us up at around 6.30am (not funny at all), to leave the house no more than half an hour later and reach the place where the run would happen. First 7 kilometers, then I trained for 10K, later 15k were hard to reach but I made it, even harder were 18 km but I piled up more kilometers until I passed 22k! I was tired but proud, very proud.
Then my bf convinced me to learn swimming (I KNOW I’m from the sea and cannot swim – unacceptable), I took the chance and I learnt and since then (5 years ago) summer holidays taste waaaay better. For a certain period of time we spent almost all Saturday mornings at the swimming pool, also.
Practicing sport is hard for me, I don’t lie when I say I struggle, it’s a pain. It has been hard to find a good balance. The key for me has been to abandon the idea of becoming good at sport overnight (typical me), and to concentrate on improving little by little instead. That’s an equally hard mindset/mission for me because I am inclined to wanting everything immediately and aiming high, but that’s the easy way to open the door of frustration.
So, knowing myself, I take it easy, growing my much needed confidence and then push a little bit more.
What will be happening next, sport-wise? Probably nothing, but I just bought a bicycle (and learnt how to bike…)