Recently, I started listening to podcasts. My two go-tos are Freakonomics and The Tim Ferriss Show, both of which I find incredibly interesting. Last week, there was a rebroadcast on Freakonomics – an interview with Kobayashi Takeru, the guy that revolutionized the world of competitive eating. If you’re interested in the whole thing, here is the link.
The idea of eating even more than two (ok, three) hot dogs in one sitting sort of makes me want to yak, so when you say “as many as possible, and oh, the world record is X,” I want to crawl into the fetal position and die. But it was this talk of the former world record, which was 25 1/8 hot dogs, that really struck me. He destroyed that record, on his first attempt at the contest, and devoured 50 hot dogs.
Speaking through a translator, Kobayashi explained the idea of an artificial barrier, which is something I think I struggle with on a day-to-day basis:
I think the thing about human beings is that they make a limit in their mind of what their potential is. They decide I’ve been told this, or this is what society tells me, or they’ve been made to believe something.
Today, I reasoned that perhaps I’d been giving myself artificial barriers. And I began to think about what might happen if I removed them.
I decided to start removing barriers at the gym. I had the idea that I could only run at a 6.0 mph pace – maaaaaaybe 6.1 if I was feeling really ambitious. But my coworker, who also has bad knees and rarely runs, told me that he sets the treadmill at 7.0 mph. This got me thinking – yes I have short legs. No, I’ve never been particularly fast. But no, I’ve never tried going faster. I just assumed I couldn’t do it.
And so, tonight, I tried something new for my warmup run. Instead of starting out at 5.8 mph, I set the speed to 6.5, and ran for 1.5 miles. For the next lap, I increased the speed to 6.6, and for the last two laps, I increased it to 6.7. And what do you know. I did it.
It was a happy moment – I felt accomplished and proud, and I realized that my dream of a consistent 8:45/mile pace is actually closer than I thought. I am motivated, I am determined, and I now have the confidence I can do it.
And what if I applied that thought to finding a job? Usually, it’d be, “I’d never get XYZ position, they never hire people with my kind of experience, I’ve never gotten an interview there before”…but if I bust through that wall and apply, you never know. What if I applied this to finding a boyfriend? “That guy would never talk to me, he’s out of my league, I can’t date that far up, I know what my limit is”…but maybe that limit isn’t actually there.
What if we all thought like this. I realize this is a bit rose-colored (I’m probably still high on endorphins), but blindly accepting what we believe are the limits of our own abilities can hinder us – we stagnate, we don’t grow, we never achieve. History is full of brave souls and amazingly intelligent individuals, but the only thing that makes them different from us is that they didn’t accept the limits society gave them. What would we all achieve if we followed their example?
It’s just food for thought, but when your mind starts to wander, and you think of all the great things you might do….it’s a temping proposition to push the limits.