Sports and Faith

I thought I could consider myself an athlete.

Until I watched the Olympics.

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But then I saw the Ford (?) commercial about how “we are all athletes” and was like, well, fine, if you insist.

In all seriousness, check out Krista’s post about how you know you’re an athlete. Anyone can be an athlete. You don’t have to have 21 gold medals like someone.

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I watched the #PhelpsFace shenanigans live on TV, and it was the most appalling and hilarious thing I’ve seen all year.

Anyway, we all know that Olympic athletes are downright inspirational. I was a little girl who always strived to be athletic in her younger years but never had natural athletic ability. However, I have really taken off in a burst of confidence these past couple of years as I’ve grown to love fitness.

Although I don’t participate in organized sports right now, and I definitely don’t even train like a middle school athlete, I am proud of how far I’ve come just dabbling with new feats at home. In some of my harder workouts and accomplishments, I feel like I’ve finally gotten a minuscule taste of the drive of a great athlete.

I’m sure you agree that it would be SO COOL to be an Olympics athlete (p.s. my blog/fellow BU Terrier pal, Gemma, is running track for Ghana in Rio this year!!! check out her guest post WIAW from last year here). I have glimmers of hope inside me that I could at least be a competitive athlete again if I really wanted to.

But I don’t want to. There are many ways to achieve your purpose in life, and sports are probably not my way. If you asked me, “What is your purpose in life?” I’d say something about doing God’s will and bringing others to Him.

That being said, there are so many parallels in the journey of an elite athlete and the journey of finding your purpose in life, whatever that may be. In my case, I’ve found that I can draw major inspiration from athletes for my own faith journey.

1) It’s difficult to start.

It takes a very special breed to say as a beginner, “I can’t wait to do that workout that will set my lungs and muscles on fire.” Likewise, I never said, “I can’t wait to go to church!” until maybe a year ago (read: 15+ years into being taught about and teaching the Catholic faith).

It’s a choice to start doing what will make you better every day, whether you’re in training or you’re trying to grow closer to God.

2) You have good days and bad days.

Pretty self-explanatory. Athletes get tired, sore, probably hungover every now and then. They don’t break records every day and they don’t get better every single day. But they use those off days to get better overall, and that’s how it is with the faith.

There are days when I am welling up with enthusiasm for prayer and good works. And there are just as many days when I don’t want to think of God or I don’t feel like He’s there.

The only way to get through those bad days is…to get through those bad days, with a constant reminder of the end goal and a reflection of how you can learn from the trial.

3) It’s easier with a community.

CrossFit raves about the community of support all the time, which I think is why it is such a success as a sport and an industry.

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I’ve talked about how my faith has grown leaps and bounds thanks to the incredible community of men and women at BU’s Catholic Center.

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You push others, they push you, everyone falls over, and that’s the end.

This is where I say, “just kidding, you help each other back up and move forward.” 😉

4) It hurts.

There is so much we don’t see elite athletes experience “behind the scenes.” The sacrifice, the pain, the internal turbulence and pressure… But they know that those are necessary experiences in order to become a resilient and freaking amazing athlete.

There is so much we don’t see in people who are faithful, joyful, and unbelievably at peace. Maybe they did have a great life, but maybe they didn’t. There is sacrifice, pain, and internal turbulence behind the most peaceful and joyful people I know. Getting through those trials is what makes them resilient and freaking amazing human beings.

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^^^One of my favorite quotes ever.

5) It’s worth the blood, sweat, and tears.

Watch Aly Raisman’s documentary and see how difficult her training was before London 2012. Now look at this chick—3 Olympic gold medals (and counting?). Seems worth it.final-five-medal-ceremony_ap

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The end goal at the end of this journey called “life” is eternity with our Creator, which I think seems preeeeeeetty worth it. And He told us it would be hard. And it is hard, but…

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In all honesty, publishing this post is hard. I know my audience, and I know this doesn’t cater to everyone, but my slogan up top there is “pray. eat. move. groove.” Pray comes first. Faith comes first. God comes first. And I wouldn’t be sharing this if I didn’t believe in the depths of my heart that you could possibly feel the same about Him, some way, somehow.

Whatever your creed is, I like to believe that people have goodness in their hearts to want to help others and spread joy in their lives, which is never easy. So here’s to using athletes as inspiration!!

(pretty terrible flow of paragraphs at the end there, but guatever, I need to go to sleep.)

So tell me:

How do great athletes to inspire you (if they do)?

What would you say is your purpose in life? Have I asked this before?

It’s Difficult to Eat Tacos With Good Manners

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thanks for hosting the partay, Amanda ♥ 

1) I’m mighty happy that the WIAW switch-up with Gemma yesterday was so well-received! Thanks a ton for your comments (as always). I enjoyed going out of my blogging comfort zone by collaborating with such a cool gal! Thanks again, Gemma!

2) Corn on the cob. How do you feel about it? People say it’s a quintessential summer BBQ food, and I guess I agree, but I’m not head over heels for it. Stuff also gets stuck in your teeth when you gnaw it off the cob. HOWEVER, when you cook it in milk and butter with a sprinkle of sea salt (as suggested by Jo)…then I’m like a woodchuck eating the corn off the cob.

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3) My tailbone has been hurting and I have no idea why. It started out as almost a relieving feeling whenever I sat down after standing for a while, but now it just hurts. A good ol’ Google search gave me the 411; My pain could be due to pressure, injury, childbirth, or a tumor.

I like to think that the cause is pressure or injury, but who knows? My dad might be suspicious that I birthed a baby.

4) Back to food. I had the most barbaric eating experience of my life last night, thanks to these lettuce wrap tacos.

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Attempt to wrap the darn (delicious) thing ➔ stuff falls out and juice starts rolling down my arm. Bite the darn (delicious) thing ➔ stuff falls onto the plate/table and all over my face. Try to get a bite of tomato, cheese, meat, barley, lettuce, greek yogurt, and cheese all in one bite ➔ end up getting some of my hair in my mouth and looking like a squirrel packing acorns in its mouth.

Tacos are worth it. (Next time, real tortillas. We just didn’t have any this time.)

5) I ate this dinner in complete solitude, so I didn’t scar anyone for life with my horrendous manners, in case you were concerned.

6) Speaking of acorns though… I’m excited for autumn now! Our summer was fairly mild overall, but a few cooler days that we’ve had recently are leaving me longing for cool, crisp temperatures. I know Amanda agrees with me on this one 🙂

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yesterday’s breakfast made me think of autumn too

7) Speaking of fall… Move-in day for college is in less than two weeks. I wanna scream and shout and let it all out—the nervousness, the excitement, the EVERYTHING.

8) I feel like I need to unplug from reading blogs and from blogging in order to get everything on my to-do list done every day, but I like you guys a lot, so it’s hard.

9) I’ve developed a new “beauty mark” (or sun spot?) on my arm, and I’m trying really hard to accept the fact that it’s now a part of me, especially as my thumb birth mark starts to disappear. Out with the old, in with the new?

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superbly dry hands = story of my life

Is this a sign? A symbol for a new chapter in my life? What is the MEANING?

9) Totally kidding about the meaning. I couldn’t really care less.

10) Dad and I are headed up to Ontario on Saturday to visit my relatives for the weekend! Road triiiiip (<— said in the most white girl accent imaginable)!!!

Hope you all have a fantastic day! Keep your head up, it’s almost Friday 🙂

So tell me:

Do you like corn on the cob?

Do you ever eat something so messily that you question your civility?

Have you ever developed new beauty marks or have you ever lost birth marks?