My Personal Best

This is a phrase I love. I’d like to use it more often. 

Today, I achieved a personal best. I’m uncomfortable publicly sharing exactly what it was for, but let’s just say it’s fitness-related. (That in itself is also one of the reasons I’m uncomfortable sharing it; I have some major hangups about fitness. I’m very self-conscious and hate anything resembling competition.)

Anyway, today’s truth is that my personal best is… well, my best. It’s no one else’s but mine. And that’s pretty effing cool, especially when it’s something you thought you couldn’t do… or thought maybe-there-is-a-teensy-weensy-chance but didn’t know how. Who needs comparisons to others when comparisons to Self are this motivating? The Self is a better judge, anyway, IMO. (At least in this case.)

Yeah, so what made this “best” even better is that it was a surprise. I wasn’t trying to achieve a personal best. I just kinda did it. And I’ve only just started. I basically achieved a goal I hadn’t even set. How fun is that? 

Which is all kind of cool, when you’re me — self-conscious about this stuff and generally disliking the whole endeavour anyway. I actually laughed out loud. It was kind of funny. 

So the “surprise best” — my personal best — was a powerful motivator. Well, at least it felt that way today. We shall see how I feel in a few days’ time… 🙂