Strapping on the Torture Chamber of Footwear
Whether by free will or the hands of fate, exiting your comfortable box can lead to discoveries at any stage of life.
Our boxes are comfortably secure; four known walls protecting us from our paranoia of imagined doom. New experiences equate to stepping out of your box and into unknown consequences.
The I’m-Not-An-Athlete Box
When my husband wanted to go skiing, I agreed to step out of my I’m-not-an-athlete box and give it a try. Geared up and enduring the incredible discomfort of snow boots I approached the group lesson with trepidation.
Early in the lesson, I was publicly removed from the class and placed in a “special” smaller class. The instructor had essentially culled the weakest animal from the herd.
Okay, a little humiliating but probably for the best.
Over the next couple of days, I skied into a ski lift pole and a group of snowboarders and cried in the hotel room when no one was watching. Through it all, I continued strapping on that torture chamber of footwear.
It was a horrible and amazing accomplishment, running the gamut from physical and mental anguish to exhilarating success.
