For My Birthday, I Accomplished Something That Made Me Proud
It was the greatest gift columnist Lena Riedl could've given herself
Last week, I turned 29. And for the first time, turning a year older made me think.
We often hear people say, “By the time I turn 30, I want to have achieved X, Y, and Z.” I never put a time frame on my goals. But now that 30 is approaching, I feel like I should’ve achieved them by now. And that puts a lot of pressure on me.
For this year’s birthday, I wanted to celebrate differently than I have in previous years by doing something just for me — something that would make me happy.
So I decided to participate in the Vienna Night Run, a 5K that was taking place on my birthday.
I was so afraid to run it because despite my good intentions, I only trained for it once. I know some might say, “Oh, come on, it’s only a 5K,” but for me, even a few kilometers are a big deal.
Mixed feelings about sports
Sports have always brought up complicated emotions for me. Because I live with epidermolysis bullosa, a rare, genetic condition that causes my skin to rip easily, I have to be careful with everything I do. Participating in gym classes at school was never a possibility for me.
Fortunately, I grew up in a sporty family, so sports were always a big part of our leisure time. We didn’t play because we had to, but because it offered great pleasure and an opportunity to socialize. I was lucky because even though my parents worried I’d get hurt, they helped me try out many sports.
Still, I grew up being the person who just couldn’t do it — either at all or as well as others. This always made me sad. At times, I’d try to start learning a sport, but felt so embarrassed that I wasn’t as good as my peers. It was no wonder, though — they had gym class at least twice a week while I slept in!
I remember once asking my then-boyfriend to start jogging with me. He was a semi-professional basketball player and trained five times a week. When we jogged together, he was always faster and needed to wait for me. After a few meters, I’d start crying because I felt demoralized.
These are the memories I have of doing sports as a teenager. I was always the slower one, and others had to wait and care for me.
Proving to myself that I can do it
It wasn’t until I was 23 that I discovered I could be sporty. I started working out with a personal trainer once a week, along with my sister. With some hard work, I soon saw my first results.
Over time, I got stronger and realized that physical activity wasn’t something I was unable to do — I just had to find methods that were suitable for my body and skin. And there were so many possibilities! Even if I get hurt figuring out what I can do, I try not to be too hard on myself when it happens.
Of course, there are many sports I can’t do because I would for sure get hurt. But that’s OK. I’ve found many activities that suit me and make me happy, such as SuperCycle, which involves extreme spinning in a discolike atmosphere. I enjoy doing it with my best friend; it’s our thing now!
Another thing I enjoy is jogging — which is why I did the 5K on my birthday. I managed it pretty well, met my goals, and was even a little faster than I thought I’d be. While running the last few meters, I realized that the best gift I gave myself this year was making myself proud. And for that I am oh so grateful!
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