Categories: Mindset

Breaking Through Barriers: My Journey to Crossing the Finish Line



Have you ever started on a fitness kick, only for it not to stick a few weeks later? You have to start back from zero, feeling more frustrated than when you initially began. Like a continuous story running through your mind, you think, “perhaps I will never lose this weight,” or, “something is wrong with me.”

You are not alone! In our coaching programs, we take a different approach to helping our clients achieve their goals. Rather than prescribe fitness plans right off the bat, we first start to work internally. The reason we do this is because we know that your mindset and the self-limiting beliefs you create must be addressed in order to build a strong foundation based on which to redesign your life.

This is the story of how I was able to change my mindset in order to break free from a self-limiting belief I allowed to hold me back since my youth.

Growing up, I was never the “athletic one.” I danced and was active, but sports were never really my thing. Throughout my life, I allowed this story to become my reality that would ultimately shape my identity. For example, I would compete in track because all of my friends were doing it. I looked at all of them longingly because these sports seemed to come easy to them. I remember coming in dead last in almost every race, and it crushed my confidence. After that, I stopped trying to push myself physically in anything other than dance.

I always admired other girls who were competitive and good at numerous sports, but I just didn’t see that as a possibility for myself. At that time, I didn’t have the awareness that I was creating self-limiting beliefs that led me to close doors for myself. Now, looking back, I realize that the only thing separating me from those other kids was the self-confidence to show up and really try.

Clearly you can see by my shoe choice how dedicated I was to Track

For my 31st birthday, I decided enough was enough. I was ready to challenge myself, take on this archaic self-limiting belief, and do something that would prove to myself once and for all that I am an athlete. Furthermore, my body is capable, if my mind is willing. Thus, I enrolled in my very first triathlon. When I originally signed up, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision; it’s been on my bucket list, and I have always admired triathletes. I decided I was tired of waiting on the sidelines of life and watching others do these incredible feats.

When I signed up, I was living in Bali, Indonesia. I had never really tried to swim “freestyle.” I had never even watched a competitive swimming event. I had never ridden a racing bike, and to be honest, the I crashed the last bike I owned into a parked car when I was 10, so I never really rode much since. Needless to say, I really had my work cut out for me.

My first task was to hire a swimming coach. I turned to Facebook community forums and found a coach I absolutely loved. I will never forget my first session when this spunky, 20-something-year-old Indonesian told me to jump into the pool and just swim. I began swimming like I had seen in the movies, and after the first 4 minutes, I quickly switched back to my normal froggy breaststroke, completely exhausted and seriously reconsidering my decision to take this feat on. However, when I came up gasping for air, she merely said, “I got you.”

My Coach always says “Success is a Journey”

From then on, my days became filled with training. I trained 6 days a week, with many “brick” sessions in which I would train for multiple events in a day. I eventually bought myself my first racing bike (for a painful $500 USD, which I am told was a great deal). I began waking up at 4:30 or 5:00 a.m. to ride the streets of Bali at a rare hour when traffic was limited and life was calm. Those were some of the most peaceful mornings that I had to myself, aside from times I occasionally got lost in the idyllic Bali rice fields. Then, I would head to the pool to swim with my coach or head to the gym to run. My body responded surprisingly well, moving from a weightlifting regimen to this new cardio-heavy schedule. I did have some days when my legs felt like lead pipes, especially when practicing my brick sessions.

Sunrise Bike Rides in Bali

There were days that my alarm went off in the dark of the morning, and I didn’t want to get out of bed. There were days I was so tired that I felt like I was swimming through Jell-O with my lungs on fire as I pushed my body in ways it had never been trained to do before. However, I reminded myself that this was a gift to my younger self who believed that she wasn’t an athlete.

I just kept repeating this mantra to myself: “You are an athlete.” This inspired me to keep going and to take the actions that an athlete would do: to show up, to push harder, and to believe in myself. I started to transform my reality. Through each action I made within these 2 months of training, I recognized that I had transformed not only my body but also my mind to that of an athlete.

Smiling Through my Brick Session training days