Last week I had a partial power outage in my house. Wasn't a big deal but I had no electricity in my office. I went down to the basement and flipped the breakers. Nothing.
Since I couldn't figure out what the problem was, and I didn't know a thing about electricity, I figured I'd better call an electrician. I didn't know any and didn't want to go the yellow pages route and get some bum, so I called a friend to see if he could recommend a good one.
"Sure can," my friend said. "His name's John. He's the best there is. Thing is the dude's Scottish so good luck trying to understand a word of what he's saying."
I didn't care if I could understand him or not. I just wanted a good electrician.
When John came over he greeted me with "heh there neebr," along with some other things which I didn't quite get. As long as he could do the job. I explained the problem I was having and showed him to my office without the power.
He took one look at one of the outlets, pressed a reset button and presto, lights came back on. That was it. Took him all of two seconds.
No way. I was completely dumbfounded. "That's it?!" I yelled. "That's all there was to it!?"
I then proceeded to beat myself up, calling myself every name in the book:
"How could I be so stupid; what a complete imbecile I am; I am the king of the morons." I went on and on like this for a long time.
John watched me give myself a verbal beat down until he had enough. Then he stopped me in the middle of my self-abusing tirade and told me flat out:
"Away an bile yer heid. Yer no eejit. Don't be goin' doolally now."
"Huh," I said.
"Ah sed shut it an' settle down," he scolded me. "Yer not stoopid."
After about a few minutes of him talking and me saying "huh" and then him repeating himself, I finally got the gist of what he was telling me.
He said just because I didn't know something didn't mean I was an imbecile, no matter how simple or basic it was. Electricity just wasn't my area of expertise. I could turn on a light switch but that's about it. I was a beginner, that's all. It had nothing to with intelligence or ability or possibilities.
And he was right. And I knew better but my pride got the worst of me. There was no sense for me to be harshing on myself. What good does that do. None. I can't know everything, even if it's something that seems like any 2-year old could do.
And the same goes for beginners in fitness. If you're just starting out or aren't in the greatest shape, don't beat yourself up about it. Instead, just start where you're at and go from there.
Don't get down on yourself for not understanding something, whether it's simple or complex. If you don't understand what to do, that's ok. Fitness is easy to get the hang of if you have the right tools. So don't feel stupid or less than if you're just a beginner. You're only a beginner once.
Wishing you the best,
Eddie Baran
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