There's one particular piece of music I like to run
to. It's called "Spybreak" by Propeller
Head, and you can find it on The Matrix soundtrack.
It's fast and energizing, and I seem to never tire
of it.
At the beginning of the piece, there's a heavy bass
intro, and then a spoken phrase. By 2005, I'd been
listening to this piece of music for probably at least
a couple of years. After all that listening, I still
didn't know what they were saying in that spoken phrase.
For a while, I'd rewind and listen to it over and over,
but when I just couldn't get it, I gave up. It didn't
matter if I knew what they said, I still found the
music energizing, and that's what I really wanted,
anyway. I take this song with me everywhere on my iPod
as part of my running playlist.
So, on Thanksgiving weekend of 2005, I flew to Montana
to be with my sister and my dad. One morning, I went
over to the clubhouse at my sister's complex to workout.
I ran three miles and did a bit of ab work. While I'm
cooling off, I'm standing under the television, drinking
a cup of cold water. My third, I think. On CNN, they're
telling the story of a woman who received a liver transplant
from someone whom had apparently passed away. At the
very end of the story, they talked about the donor,
who he was, and what had happened to explain his liver
being donated to the woman in the story. They talked
with the donor's fiancé. On the screen flashed
the picture of a young man, a man in uniform. A man
on the police force, it seemed. I imagined that he
had been gunned down, that this would be a story like
so many stories I'd heard before. But that wasn't it.
This young man had gone on a mountain biking trip.
The cause of death? He drank too much water. I
looked at the other woman working out with me in the
small gym.
"No way," I said. I looked at the cup of
water in my hand. I put it down.
I'd heard of over hydration, but mostly in the context
of running races, and I thought it mostly meant that
you had to stop running and go pee a lot, thereby ruining
your time. I didn't know you could DIE from it!
The woman in the gym with me said that she'd heard
that college kids had died because of binge drinking.
WATER.
Are you kidding me?? Water, the elixir of life, the
main component of our bodily existence, could be consumed
to the point of excess? To the point of death?
Apparently, yes. This young man had suffered a potassium
imbalance from which his brain could not recover, and
he expired. It made me think. How could you not know
that you were drinking so much water that it would
kill you? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable? Somehow, I
realized, this upstanding and friendly young man had
become used to drinking large quantities of water.
In fact, he had probably convinced himself that because
he lived in a dry climate, drinking a lot of water
was necessary for survival. He'd heard the whole eight-glasses-of-water-a-day
rule, and had decided that the eight-glass rule applied
to normal circumstances.
But his life was far from normal, wasn't it? He was
a mountain biker. He lived in a dry climate. He'd heard
that the body needs water way before you feel the sensation
of thirst. His wife-to-be may have reminded him that
he couldn't count on the sensation of thirst to guide
his water drinking habits. Perhaps she'd reminded him
of the horrible accounts they'd read together of mountain
bikers who had experienced dehydration and become horribly
ill or passed away. Maybe he had acclimated himself
to drinking quantities of water that were far in excess
of what his body needed, even for the strenuous conditions
of mountain biking in a dry climate.
I wondered if drinking that much water had become
uncomfortable for him, if he drank water even when
he felt hydrated, simply because he'd been trained
to think that he couldn't trust his own body, or that
he couldn't trust his own interpretations of the sensations
he felt. If he was alive today, would he curse me for
being an assumptive fool? Or would he nod and say, "I
knew myself not."
I began to see the parallels in my own life. There
were definitely things I was tolerating in my life,
rather than rejoicing. There were behaviors I was engaging
in that certainly required a lot of conditioning, but
that conditioning was generally negative rather than
positive. I was gearing myself up every day for a race
that I didn't feel like running anymore, but couldn't
figure out how to quit the team. In some ways, I was
just like the over-hydrated liver donor-except that
I hadn't died yet.
Would I know -- would I really know -- when I'd run
out of time to stop what I was doing, and change my
life? When would I give myself permission to do something
new?
I left the gym, crossed the snow-covered and freezing
parking lot in my running shorts, and ran up the stairs
to the third floor, where I entered a quiet apartment,
my sister and her boyfriend having run out to do some
errands.
I still had the earpieces to my iPod inserted in my
ears, and as I was preparing, yes, a glass of ice water
and some breakfast, my favorite running song began
to play in my ears. As I danced alone in my sister's
kitchen, relaxed and on vacation, the spoken phrase
that always plays at the beginning of that song finally
and clearly rang in my head.
"Make your move now."
I continued dancing for a few seconds, because it
took me that long to realize that I'd actually heard
the words. I said, "Did that just say, "make
your move now"?!" I grabbed the
iPod out of its holster and rewound the last minute
of music. And there it was again, unmistakably:
"Make your move now."
Almost exactly a year later, I had left my job, had
launched a new and exciting career, and was residing
for half the year in a different state with the man
of my dreams. I had figured out how to stop bingeing
on the toxic waters of my life. What will it take for
you to wake up? Has the realm of possibility already
whispered in your ear, and you've ignored it? Is the
universe screaming in your ear, and you are
singing very loudly in order to drown it out?
Take just one step toward what belongs to
you, the future of your dreams.
Make your move now!
About the Author:
Kim Marcille is an expert on the science of amplifying possibility into reality and helping people and businesses apply it to create change and improve results.
A renowned speaker and consultant, Kim's 25-year background in business leadership ranges from Fortune 500 experience to small business ownership.
She's founder of Possibilities Amplified, Inc., and author of the forthcoming, "Amp It Up! Secrets from Science for Creating the Life of Your Dreams."
For more information, visit PossibilitiesAmplified.com or e-mail Kim@possibilitiesamplified.com.
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