Let me start by saying that, as I’ve been exercising and talking exercise with people, I’ve discovered that many people I know use visualization as part of their routine, as do I.
I’ve been working out to get stronger and I visualize challenges that are upcoming.
It’s not sexy but for weeks I’ve been visualizing that ramp. I never visualized myself going up the ramp, just the ramp itself. I lifted weights, grunted at the strain and nearly sweat blood all while just picturing that ramp in my head.
So the trip began. It started with me pushing the whole way from my apartment to the airport gate, with only a bus ride in between. I’ve done that before, though, so it wasn’t any measure of the extra work I’d been doing to conquer that damn ramp.
We flew in a huge plane. It held nearly 500 people. We’ve never flown to Vancouver in a plane like this one so we weren’t surprised we didn’t recognize the part of the airport where the gate was located. I waited, at every turn, to see the ramp.
Shit, it was like gearing up for a duel and your foe not showing up.
But … I had to push myself up a carpeted ramp. I had to push for a very long way on carpeted flooring.
All done without breaking a sweat.
So, the duel will one day be fought, but there were minor skirmishes today, and I took them all.
It’s a big deal for me to take back control of my mobility in the chair.
It’s a big deal for me to feel my own power.
It’s a big deal to feel strong again.
OK, end of bragging.