Ice Skating Through My Fears.

Ice Skating Through My Fears.

Many years ago, my favorite college professor told my class that great things can only be accomplished once we were able to go outside of our comfort zone into what he called the courage zone. This courage zone was a place where fears were faced and risks were taken. It was a place where true growth could occur.

Even though I was young at the time, I could only imagine myself living a life where I was in the courage zone, not sitting on the sidelines watching life go by. The years after college didn’t pan out as I had expected, and there were many interruptions in my plans to live life the way I had thought I would. But, over the past three years, that attitude from sophomore year of college has come back, and I finally have been able to challenge myself more. Now I can honestly say that I live more of my life in the courage zone than in my comfort zone. And, most of that has been done thanks to travel.

Travel is an obvious place to break free from the normal confinements of life. It can be full of adventure and opportunities to take risks. And, it is the perfect time to grow and change because you feel completely alive and free. Which is why, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put down my suitcases permanently. Whether it’s flying half way around the world to meet up with relatives I barely know or spending twenty-one days camping in southern Africa, I’m always willing push myself to new limits.

However, my most recent dilemma has been that I have not traveled since September, all in an effort to make Africa happen. So, I’ve found that there’s little opportunity for me to bridge the gap between comfort zone and courage zone.

That was until the beginning of 2012, when one encounter on New Year’s Eve changed everything. I met Jeff that night, and he has taught me that you don’t always have to be away from home to reach your courage zone. This was all something new to me, but since Jeff has been in my life, I have been able to go beyond my comfort zone on many occasions and learn more about myself in the process.

And, so, when Jeff surprised me with ice skating this weekend, I knew that I had to fully embrace my newest opportunity to face a long-lasting fear. To many, ice skating may seem like an enjoyable activity, one welcomed with open arms. But, that was not the case for me. As much as I loved ice skating as a child, that all changed when I realized that I could fall and actually get hurt. Which is why, after one last attempt at ice skating in college, I vowed never to step on ice again.

On the sideline in Central Park with my college friends.

But, here I was with an incredible opportunity literally at my feet. Surrounded by the most beautiful scenery at Mohonk Mountain House in a surprisingly empty rink, there could not be a better time for me to take the challenge and face my fears. Plus, I knew with Jeff by my side, there was no way I would fall.

As we put on our skates, I was immediately grateful that no one else was on the rink, and with an end goal in mind – sitting by the fire with hot chocolate in my hands – I was ready to take on the ice. Carefully, we walked outside, and I began to feel the anxiety take over my body. I could feel my breathing quicken and a heaviness on my chest. I took my first step onto the ice, one hand on the rail, and slowly moved my other foot to follow it, even though my body was fighting the motion.

And, that’s when I felt it, the rush of breaking out of my comfort zone and facing a fear. It was not unlike how I felt while tiger petting in Thailand or crossing the road in Vietnam. That immediate fear of death, followed by the excitement of facing something that terrifies you.

Now, I realize that comparing ice skating to a near-death situation, like getting close and personal with tigers or navigating Saigon’s insane traffic patterns, may seem absurd to you, but my fear of ice skating ranks up there with those experiences. For years, I could never understand why anyone in their right mind would skate on frozen water with thin metal blades. It just didn’t make sense to me, until I actually tried it again. And, even though my initial feelings on the ice were not unlike those of an anxiety attack, after a few circles around the rink, I began to feel more confident on the ice. I even attempted skating on my own! Though, that didn’t last for long.

After about an hour of skating, we sat by the fire drinking hot chocolate as I reflected upon my experience. It may not have happened on the other side of the planet and it may not have involved a new language or cultural experience, but I did get to face a fear that has been around for almost ten years. And, aside from realizing that it was possible to break out of my comfort zone at home, I am actually looking forward to ice skating again in the near future. My perspective has been completely transformed, and that is what breaking into your courage zone is truly about.

Now with a little more confidence.

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Comments (16)

  1. mrsoaroundtheworld

    this was lovely, Erin. Thank you for sharing this with us!

    1. Erin Marie

      Thanks, Mrs. O!

  2. Leah Travels (@L_e_a_h)

    What a thoughtful and well-written piece. I often forget how much is around me that I’ve yet to experience. I’m all about being a tourist in my hometown. Good for you getting on the ice like that. If I’d read this in November, I might have stepped off the bungy jump ledge in New Zealand. Instead I backed off like a coward.

  3. hilarye

    I’m like you- I’m terrified of ice skating but my husband is an ice hockey player and has been trying to get me on the ice for years. You’ve inspired me to maybe try- as long as noone else is around to witness ; )

    1. The World Wanderer

      I’m glad you felt inspired by this story! I don’t know if things would have gone this way had the rink been full of people, it’s too overwhelming. A few years back, I went skating in Central Park – way too many people – I never got back on the ice again. See if your husband can find a place where it’s just you and him and then take it slow. It makes a big difference! Good luck! 🙂

  4. Raul (@ilivetotravel)

    Glad you took a risk and sought to overcome. To me, whether you overcome or not is secondary. The important thing is the attempt! And you take me back to my college days when we would go for Mexican food and frozen daiquiris (my taste has evolved, I promise) and then go ice skating – young and foolish but tons of fun!

  5. the lazy travelers

    this was such a cute post! can fully relate. this past winter, the hubs pushed me off a ski lift (i may be exaggerating) (i’m definitely exaggerating) and i twisted my knee. i’ve never really had any sort of athletic injury as i’ve never been remotely athletic, so it completely threw me. now i’m not too excited about getting back on the lift this winter!

  6. Kieu ~ GQ trippin

    Yay! So glad you stepped into the courage zone and got on that ice. ps- LOL at the lazy travelers

  7. D.J. - The World of Deej

    Truly great stuff Erin…as a Floridian, I too have a fear of ice skating. We went in Central Park a few years ago, and I learned that I can get around quite well balancing on my left foot, and using my right to push around. Problem is, it only works when the rink has people going counter clockwise:)

  8. Ted Nelson (@travelingted)

    Great post. I like how you compared this adventure experience in your backyard to travel. Sometimes when you travel, you think you can only be adventurous when you are away from home, but that mindset can lead to breaking out of your comfort level at home as well.

    1. Erin Marie

      I agree! Sometimes it’s hard for me to remember that adventure can be found at home, but I’ve been working on it. Sure makes the time between travels pass by! 🙂

  9. Jetting Around (@jettingaround)

    Yet another fun out-of-the-comfort-zone experience, Erin! Way to go! This brought back memories of my own skating days – those were for fun, of course. Lots of bruises, but worth it. 🙂

    1. Erin Marie

      Oh yes, a ton of bruises! That’s why I stopped, but I didn’t fall on this day…that’s probably why I liked it!

  10. Craig Zabransky

    Hey, you look like a natural on those skates… i suspect that is a good sign for the adventures ahead. Great to step outside the comfort zone, it is was I encourage and aim to inspire with stay adventurous.

    stay adventurous, Craig

    1. Erin Marie

      Thanks, Craig! I tried, and will probably want to go again in the winter, though I don’t think I’ll ever be great. 🙂

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