I’m standing, looking up at a metaphorical mountain.
Today I start, in earnest, my quest to become highly proficient in the MovNat system.
It is just one step in a path that stretches out 39 years into the past and, hopefully, at least as many years into the future.
I am preparing myself to learn a new set of skills. Readying myself to overcome the inevitable challenges that will arise as I push through physical, mental, emotional, and external obstacles in my quest to obtain a stronger, more agile body.
MovNat is, according the the system’s founder Erwan Le Corre, a “physical education system and fitness method, …entirely based on the practice of Natural Movement skills, i.e. movements that the human body was designed or “selected” to perform.”
It is “a school of physical competence for the real-world,” aimed at helping humans reclaim their birthright of being able to move in a variety ways with efficiency and ease.
Movements include breathing, balancing, crawling, jumping, climbing, carrying, lifting, throwing, vaulting, and running.
Growing up, I was always an active kid. Never really into “sports”, but definitely spent entire summers climbing trees, having crab-apple wars with the neighborhood kids, scrambling over fences, and sprinting through fields.
I’m not overweight or especially weak. I have all my limbs and full use of my mental faculties. You could even say I have a natural aptitude in things like balancing and climbing.
A bit stiff from too much sitting over the years? Yes.
Lacking strength and conditioning? Absolutely.
Nothing that would stop a person who is determined to get in better physical shape.
And yet I still have some fears and doubts coming up. I feel them lingering around me like invisible bubbles pressing against me. They are subtle, but I can sense them.
This sensation is what I think of when Steven Pressfield refers to “resistance,” in his book The War of Art. Resistance is that internal force that squelches productivity and creativity through distraction, avoidance, procrastination, and excuses.
I am well acquainted with resistance. Anyone who tries anything new and difficult has run up against it’s insidious workings.
Recognizing it helps neutralize some of its ability to undermine our efforts.
Ultimately, we must push through. Like someone afraid of heights trying to walk across a glass bridge that spans a yawning chasm.
Put one foot in front of the other. Repeat.
Ultimately, I want to regain the freedom of movement that comes so naturally with childhood.
And then I want to become even better.
Where has resistance shown up in your life?