I’d been working on embracing my Athlete Archetype for a few months now. An archetype represents some aspect of what you are or identify with. In Jungian terms, archetypes are models of people’s behaviors or personality traits.
For example: Today I was at lunch reading Born to Run by Christopher McDougall, in which there are such amazing lines as this:
“Running seemed to be the fitness version of drunk driving: you could get away with it for a while, you might even have some fun, but catastrophe was waiting right around the corner.”
The server saw me reading it and asked excitedly if I was a runner.
“Well, I run,” I replied. “I don’t know that I’d call myself a runner.”
But one of the things I’ve most wanted to say lately (especially after witnessing the world’s largest Ironman race in Boulder last week, cuz damn) is: I am an athlete.
I’ve been interested in how we shift our stories since the beginning of the year. I started a website called Today I’m, where I posted writing and a photo that shared how I was changing my story that day. I committed to it on New Year’s Day; it lasted for an appropriate length of three weeks.
Today, I practiced this again. On a page I ripped out from Born to Run, I wrote:
I am an athlete.
I looked at it—sideways, over my food, under my check. And I realized, it didn’t feel right. And that maybe, it’s ok to not be a thing I want to be.
Maybe I don’t have to be an athlete. Maybe it truly doesn’t resonate with me at this stage of my experience.
Maybe what I want could be better stated as:
I am a mover.
I am body efficient.
I am flexible.
I am strong.
I am resilient.
I am free in my body.
Yes. These felt much better to me.
In honor of this, I’d like to share how I moved today. I did:
- 1 hour and 15 mins of yoga
- 15 mins of biking
- 1 hour and 30 mins of aerial Cyr Wheel
- 2 hours of volleyball
- 15 mins of hula-hooping
This totals to 5 hours and 15 mins of movement, expression, play, falling on my head (the aerial dance…), learning, sunshine, friendship and laughter.
How blessed I am to be able to squeeze this bliss into a late-summer day. I don’t need to state that I’m anything I’m not to be able to receive this.