Happy Birthday, Jean!
Today is Jean’s birthday! She is lucky since she loves Thanksgiving and she loves birthdays, so the end of November is pretty awesome for her.
I will start this post with a story about Jean. I lived with her (and my brother) for several months before moving to DC. Jean is amazing at pilates and, when I moved there, had just completed a four minute plank. I made it my job to do at least a four minute plank. (And, whabam, I did…not sure I still can, maybe I should make that a goal again.) To be clear, we both go between high plank, low plank and side planks.
I have never thought I was a competitive person. I’m very competitive with myself, but not with other people. When I hurt my foot in February I started swimming a few days a week and learned that I am actually quite competitive. If there is ever a person swimming in the lane next to me, I make sure I beat them. Usually I’m swimming next to a 70 year old man so I don’t exactly pick Michael Phelps to beat.
Last week I was swimming next to a younger man (I didn’t see him out of water, only through goggles under water so younger means somewhere between 20 and 50) but he was more like my speed. I was going to swim 800 and take a break and then do another 800 but I finished 800 and he kept going so I had to as well. I did stop at 1600 because I had other things I needed to do, but also because I’d already been swimming a bit before he showed up. So I still won. And was tired.
I tell people I learned I’m competitive when I started swimming and nobody believes me. People who have known me for awhile can usually come up with other examples. I recently remembered the plank example and realized that maybe my competitive streak has been around since before February.