I had an MRI last week and it was one of those MRI’s where they inject this contrast solution into your joint so they can see stuff better.
I know, I just described that like a super-smart surgeon in medical talk.
But, when I found out that that was the sort of MRI it was, I mentioned it to Harry and Connor at CFNE. Connor, who is this big, bad ass elite level CrossFit competitor and is going through the training to enter the military, starts telling me about how painful the needle is that they use to inject the contrast solution. He even says it’s so painful that I don’t necessarily need a ride home from the appointment…so long as I can drive with the other arm.
Coming from this particular person, I am now HORRIFIED and begin the process of dwelling on this fear for the next week or so. I’m not even one who is all that scared of needles, or blood, or anything like that…but, this conversation has made me that person. Fine. I just live with it and dread my Friday morning at 10:10 appointment.
Except that Thursday at some point, I am listening to some podcast…which I can’t remember who the actual guest was but it was Tom Bilyeu’s Impact Theory podcast which is my #1 go-to…and, I hear the guest talking about the idea of “running to the roar”.
Run to the roar.
I LOVE THAT.
Do not let your fears drive you to living in fear.
Fear can be good, you just need to change your perspective on it.
It’s fine to fear things, but it’s not fine to let fear consume you and own you. You have to get to a place where you seek it out, you chase it down, and you run to it.
When I heard that, I decided I was going to chase down my fear of that needle. I know it sounds ridiculous and, on some level, totally pathetic, but I was done with dwelling on it: how big it would be, how much it would hurt when it pierced my skin, what it would feel like when they actually pushed down on it and I felt the pressure of the contrast solution going into my muscles.
I decided that no matter how much I feared all of that, it wasn’t going to change the fact that it was going to happen. So, I could walk around until that appointment being scared and anxious, or I could wake up that morning and be fired up to just get it over with.
And, that’s exactly what I did.
Well, with the exception of me walking in to Shields MRI and having them welcome me with a, “Hi, Heather?” And, me responding immediately with a, “I am terrified of what’s about to happen.”
Yeah, with that small exception, I was a total rock.
In all honesty, though, it was NOTHING. There was one tiny little pinch that had me grunt under my breath to, but that was it. Literally, a total breeze.
Part of that might be Connor getting me so amped up about it being so much worse than it actually was…and, part of it might have been my attitude leading up to it.
But, something worked and in retrospect, I liked the way it felt when I decided to stop running away, and started running towards it.