First time I did a Tough Mudder in Melbourne, Australia, I was stoked. I mean I remember the long drive there, the cool temperatures, the enthusiasts at a pit-stop along the way wearing leggings. I mean the build up was insane. My best friend, Joy, was just driving casually; meanwhile, the energy going through my body was unimaginable and I was just tapping my feet nervously while gazing away at the gorgeous green hills. This was that moment of truth. This was that moment that everything that had taken place in Thailand would be completely disrupted. This was Arsenio versus Arsenio. This was literally gathering up all this embattled pain and hammering it on this course.
Well the race had begun and in the first km, I was gassed. LOL! I built up some momentum with the Big Mo, and around the 6km-8km mark, the race got increasingly fun. Music was on point, gorgeous Chinese-Australian women everywhere ( just saying – lol), and I was rapping and dancing during one obstacle.
However, when the half-way mark came, the wall came. The mental barrier. The wall that goes up in the mind of humanity when you just wanna give up. .
I recall looking up the hill and seeing these ants sprawled everywhere. Were they ants? Of course not….they were people straggling off in the distance, going up the goliath that towered over me. I was terrified and said, “I think it’s time to give up.”
That’s when you hit the wall. This could be in physical exertion, or just life in general. That point when your mind says, “enough.”
Another instance was in the south of Thailand at a place called Lan Saka. I thought it was going to be a mellow and cool bike ride with my neighbors from across the street, but without the proper biking shorts, it turned into a painful haul. Halfway in it we were going up yet again…..hills. Hills that didn’t make any sense. Again, I recall looking up this particular hill and saying, “no, there’s no way I can go up.”
I told the other rider, “mai dai krap.” Which is a proper way of saying “cannot.” He, with just one hand, began pushing me up this hill. I was yelling in sheer anger, feeling the absolute burn running through my thighs and I was saying “I CAN’T DO IT!” He kept saying, “pai! PAI!” Meaning “go! GO!”
I reached the “summit” and there it was….ecstasy showered with pain and laughter.
There is a point at which you “hit the wall” and come face to face with your true inner character. Suddenly, all the projections and ideas you had about yourself are stripped away and you’re left with the naked truth.
“When conditions are great, things are easy, there aren’t any distractions, no one is interrupting, temptations aren’t luring, and nothing is disturbing your stride; that too is when most everyone else does great. It’s not until situations are difficult, when problems come up and temptation is great, that you get to prove your worthiness for progress. As Jim Rohn would say, “Don’t wish it were easier; wish you were better.”
When you hit the wall in your disciplines, routines, rhythms, and consistency, realize that’s when you are separating yourself from your old self, scaling that wall, and finding your new powerful, triumphant, and victorious self.”
Excerpt From: Darren Hardy. “The Compound Effect.” iBooks.