Anthony Robbins Would Have Been Proud
The beach is my “go-to” place. Nothing quite compares to trekking barefoot in the white sands by the sea.From the warm caress of the sun to the waves’ melodies, the beach never fails to inspire and uplift me. This morning, as a part of my recent resolve to step up my game, I headed out before sunrise.
Easy traffic, I made good time. I was but minutes away, minutes which seemed liked a lifetime. Thinking that I was in the wrong lane, I made a last-minute lane switch. A line into the personal space of the truck driver in my rear-view mirror was irrevocably drawn. As he blew up, he began to tag ferociously from behind.
Upon entrance to the highway he quickly passed me and rapidly decelerated. He all but came to a full stop as he angled his truck on a diagonal across two highway lanes. Like a scene out of a fast-paced action movie, I was terrified and feared for my life. Somehow, someway, I managed to veer sharply to the left, accelerate, pass and exit.
In the wake of my adrenaline rush, I trembled into the parking lot. Unable to reach my love and on the verge of a torrent of tears, I made a conscious decision to become proactive. In true Anthony Robbins fashion, I began to reframe my traumatic encounter. Again and again I replayed the morning’s memory in my mind – only this is what I saw:
I saw the angled parked truck on the highway in front of me. I stopped my car and nonchalantly checked my makeup in the mirror (note- I don’t wear makeup!).
He came out of the truck red and puffy like a huge red balloon.
As he came to the driver’s window, I closed the mirror and turned slowly towards him. One small pinprick was all it took to have him “pop” and leave a train of hot wind behind him as he flew away to shore. I got out of the car, pushed the obstruction out of the way and I was on my way.
There was no way that this was going to ruin my morning!
Commando in my running shorts and bikini top, I took charge and went for a walk on the beach. I made a conscious effort to smile to all in my path. The beach worked its charm:my smile was as authentic and true as they come.
At about the four kilometer mark that smile got me into “trouble”. The older man nearby removed his earphones and began to chat. The magic of beach and music played our conversation for a spell. It was not long, however, before he began to strum his whole life story to me. It was as if the genie had gotten out of the bottle and there was much, very much to be told.
A.P. told his story as I tried again and again to find an opening to exit gracefully. My feet were anxious to be on their way. After quite some time I was able to share some health information which seemed relevant to him. I gave him my contact details and we parted ways.
Heading back, I decided to sprint on the sand. Plastered with my goofy smile from ear to ear, I ran delivering a bold “boker tov” (good morning) to all in my path. Amazingly enough, my greeting seemed to fall upon deaf ears.
Perhaps it’s the atmosphere surrounding us which needs to be pricked – the bubble surrounding each and every one of us, preventing us from any true and meaningful connection with one another?
As for the truck driver? I can’t but help to feel for his troubled soul. What a painful life he must be living…
Lessons of today?
I can sprint 4k on the beach with ease. I definitely need to do that more often.
Always be prepared, as we dance in Nia – a little FAMSS, flexibility, agility, movement, stability and strength, goes a long way!
If you have not yet read about the rocky part of my journey, you can read it here.
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