Big or small?

We have been trying to one-up each other since the days we drug our knuckles as we chased after mammoths.

I recently eavesdropped on a conversation about who had it tougher with their training.  One person was big and demanded they had it the toughest trying to move their mass about.  Another one was small, and complained about not having strength and a vital constitution.  Last one, was a woman, and her complaint was not have the genetics of a man.

They argued hard about who was right...and the irony is, they all were.

The problem is they all use a yardstick to measure with.  When a man holds the yardstick up to a woman, he can say "See, you are a few inches short".  When a woman holds a yardstick up to a man, she can say "See, you are a few inches short."  No one likes to hear this, it hurts...down deep.

Yardsticks are really worthless for measuring.  Too long, too short, you are always off.  They are great for measuring things that are 36" long or a yard.  But measuring humans beings...that is just dumb.

I'd like to bend that yardstick into a Mobius' Loop.  There, that is more like it.  This is how to compare ourselves to each other.  Imagine looking down and seeing someone.  You can easily say, do this, do that.  Help them out right?  Then look up, you see that same person and wonder how the hell they got up there?

So how do I know about being big and massive or small and weak, or even being a woman?  Well, two out of three anyway.  When I went into wrestling, I was small and anemic.  Incredibly weak, and to boot, I wrestled people 5 to 6 weight classes above me when we trained.  I got beat, spanked and a whole multitude of humiliations. Later, when I wrestled someone my weight, the strength showed.  Some opponents could not even stand to continue some matches.  Being small means you simply need more heart and more patience to overcome your challenge.

How about being big?  Well, 207 is the largest I have been.  Not terribly fun, but when I put on both weight vests now, I weigh 295lbs.  Moving 300 is a monumental task.  I would work out and sometimes could not get off the floor.  Other times, I could feel my joints about to shear in half.  At the end, I crawl out of my vests and wait to die.  But all you simply need is more heart and more patience to overcome your challenge.

So, it really does not matter where you are on the Mobius Strip Yardstick.  You will always have the challenge of overcoming your weakness.  Your true obstacle is seeing weakness as an excuse.  No excuses, no mercy, no problemo.