Through Blood, Sweat and Tears, There’s a Badass in Everyone

He won the NCAA Wrestling Championship … at 36-0 … with one leg. One. No prosthetic. No six-million dollar Colonel Steve Austin bionic apparatus. None. Just one leg.

Then he won an ESPY Award.

 

 

Dude.

Normally when I see stories like this they make me stop complaining about my life — my troubles. Guilt sets in. Stuff like, it could be worse, right? Although I doubt it.  But this story, this story didn’t do that. This story made me think … damn … that’s awesome. I should be doing some bad-ass stuff in life too.

Then I remembered … dude I woke up this morning. My kid kept me up from 1 a.m. to 5 a.m. and I still managed to wake up at 7:30 a.m. when my other kid woke up ready for the day. Parenting is badass.

I remembered I built a Lego Fire Truck with my son — the fire truck with over 240 teeny, tiny pieces. Badass.

I remembered I can eat an entire Claim Jumper Chocolate Silk Pie all by myself. Badass.

I remembered that after working a 12-hour mom shift that leaves me desperately weary, worn out, and in need of Advil, I run two miles in the dark of night, and then I write an entry in my blog. Badass.

I remembered that even though I get writer rejections at least once a month and people strongly suggest why don’t I just pursue another avenue in life, I still stick to the writer dream. Badass.

I remembered … I survived The Warrior Dash and I’m doing my third triathlon this Sunday and even though I’ve been in the pool once and know the swim is going to kill me, I’m still going for my third race. Badass.

So even though I didn’t win the NCAA Wrestling Championship or an ESPY Award, this story reminds me  that there’s always a little badass in me — a little unconquerable spirit that tells me … don’t give up, that perseverance eventually pays off, that everyone has obstacles, that you are unstoppable when things seem insurmountable even if you don’t know it, that you are badass even if you’re sleep-deprived. A one-year old will do that to you.

“I don’t care what’s probable, through blood, sweat, and tears I am unstoppable.” — Anthony Robles

This inspiring story inspired the Guat.

 

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