Exactly. What is a Yasmin? To date, she's a work in progress...at the suggestion of a good friend I am starting a blog, despite the fact that Blogs are so 2001...maybe I am late to the party but here goes.....time to try and explain a Yasmin.
A Yasmin is a simply complex person. Maybe if I end up writing enough and you end up reading enough you'll be rewarded by understanding the complexity of being a Yasmin. Currently I am a Running Ninja, with a newly acquired running group! Yep...my running group did the seemingly impossible and ran 1 mile. SOOO VERRRYYYY PRRROOOOUD!! WOOOHOOO!
Seemingly impossible because often during busy lives, mixed up priorities, and a need to do as the TV suggests and get some much needed R&R (rest and relaxation) the prospect of putting on some spandexy type running clothes, getting on those shoes that may or may not hurt your feet (not talking about those 4inch heels either), and pulling your hair back to go for a 'run' does not seem relaxing.
If you are an athlete...you either were blessed with agility, coordination and skills. Or you put your heart and soul into your sport and are athletic by sheer determination. Those really great Olympiads and success stories are probably a combination of both, blessings and determination. However, that was not a Yasmin. Until a year ago, August of 2010, athletics were not part of a day in the life of a Yasmin.
Taking a stroll down memory lane, let's go back to 7th grade. I was short (that hasn't changed much), chubby- cuz little girls are not fat- and slow. But I also had a slightly annoying appreciation of myself and belief in myself that I could do whatever else anyone else could do. Maybe it was my Mom's idea to tell me I was wonderful or my Grandmother who taught me that I could do whatever I set out to do...or maybe it's because I am in fact of the mentality that everyone should think of themselves as a princess. But either way I believed I was talented enough to make it onto our basketball team. LOL...I will never forget my Dad's 'talk' after try outs (where I got placed on C team, i.e. 'it's middle school so we can't cut you but you didn't really make a team!')....he said....
"How did you expect to make the team when you were the slowest of the girls out there? All you did was joke around, laugh and talk to the others when you should have been running!"
I was talkative, happy, and referred to often as a social butterfly so it was no surprise to anyone that that's what I was doing instead of putting forth all that energy into those silly silly try outs.
My smart ass response was "well at least I tried, there's like 100 girls that didn't even show up"
What I didn't know then, was that "trying" is going outside of your comfort zone, doing things you are not sure you will succeed in and putting forth an effort that leaves you close to depletion. I had tried because I had shown up, but I hadn't because I did not leave my comfort zone of chatting and being distracted by the socializing aspect of the team!
I never knew that I had not actually tried. Running....or rather jogging...or maybe we should just call it "faster than walking" has given me a glimpse into what it means to try.
Today I started a blog...so let's see what else happens tomorrow. I don't know where this blog is going...but I do know that I have a running group made up of wonderful ladies. We have 12 weeks to go from being able to run 1 mile...to running 13 miles. I'm going to pray that this running group turns into the Sex and the City of running groups! So that I have some juicy stuff to talk about... LOL....I make myself laugh too...that's totally a Yasmin thing!
Ok....have a good day!
