The conditions for breaking a world record are never perfect, but I wish they could sometimes be simply a little less imperfect! On the other hand, having to face the added challenges may be a good thing - they compel one to intensify your determination and concentration. I know in my case, at least, the obstacles certainly make my prayers to Our god considerably more fervent!
A few months ago, I was invited to get involved in the Impossibility-Challenger Globe Record Games in Munich, Germany, to be held in November. I thought about trying to improve my time for skipping a race, but eventually opted to attempt bettering enough time for running a mile while balancing a full pint glass milk bottle on my head. The current record is 9 minutes and 24 seconds. Despite the fact that this event sounds foolish (the distance version of the record was first founded by a clown), it actually requires tremendous one-pointed focus. At no time can the bottle fall off your face, and if the container starts sliding, you aren’t use your hands to adapt it. Instead, you must gently jerk your neck to reposition the bottle and do this without breaking stride. Likewise, in my case, since me is not toned at the top, I have to keep my noggin bent to maintain a level surface and try to run as fast as possible in this awkward position. It is not a fairly sight!
Obviously, since so youra here much of the capacity to balance the bottle resides in the neck of the guitar, the worst-case scenario while planning for this event should be to get a sore neck. Well, two weeks before the Munich Games... no, I didn’t injure my neck, but I developed a strained calf muscle (from too much rope jumping), which is almost as bad. The key to good milk bottle racing is to reduce the bounce in your step as much as possible. This is best achieved by keeping a low middle of gravity and vigorously pushing off with your feet, using your calves. Together with a week to visit, there was not much enhancement in the calf department, and so i unwisely decided to brush up on another feat I’ve been working on - keeping the most 20-ounce beer glasses stacked up in a massive tower system balanced in the chin for 10 seconds. My buddy Bipin and I a new strenuous practice, which concluded when the 60-pound glass tower came crashing right down to the ground. My desires for smashing the milk container mile came crashing down along with it, because suddenly I realized my neck hurt when I turned my head.
There was little point in going to the Games, and so i called the organizer, Anke, to make clear the situation. Fortunately or unfortunately, when Reklamation answered the phone, the girl was so enthusiastic, I just didn’t have the heart to break the news to her. Well, I thought, if the track condition is good and when it isn’t too windy, maybe I can salvage this thing. Wind is a bottle balancer’s worst enemy. A solid wind causes the precariously perched bottle to shift in unexpected and unpredictable ways. But when I inquired about the weather, Anke effused, inches Oh, you’ll love it, the weather is simply perfect for operating - cool and windy! “
I decided to take up the task in any case, despite all the difficulties. As long as my energy of concentration was good, maybe I really could still do well. I boarded Lufthansa, flew through the night time and arrived in Munich on Saturday, November 7th, hoping to catch upward in the sleep later on so I could be sharp for the big event the next morning. However, at nighttime, after only a 3- hour snooze, I jumped up out of bed, totally awake and tuned in to Fresh York time. Finally, at 8: 30 a. m, having spent a sleep deprived night, I started to feel really light-headed and exhausted. That was the good news. Unhealthy reports was that my event was scheduled to start out in a single hour!
I focused on a image of my spiritual teacher, Sri Chinmoy, and tried to meditate for all I used to be worth. To my immediate comfort, it worked! I sensed deeply tranquil; I could almost touch the sea of inner peace that descended to the room. Our troubles vanished, and when I arrived at the track and planted the milk bottle filled with organic and natural milk on my brain, I used to be in another area. With the German Capital t. V. cameras rolling and the small crowd of spectators filled with expectation, the state timers called out, “On your mark, get set, go! “ I became popular like a rocket and... within 20 steps the bottle fell off my head!
Which was not only embarrassing, it was downright distressing. I confidently yelled out, “Don’t worry, it sometimes takes time to warm up, I’ll try again”. But in my own mind I’m thinking, “Wow, I am hoping that doesn’t happen again! “ I recharged the bottle, the termes conseillés repeated their lines, and this time everything just flowed. The neck, the calf, the wind, the lost sleep, even the frost on the track, faded into a soft current of peace that just carried me together with it. When i rounded the first turn of the second lap, the container begun to slide off, but I used to be able to rebalance it. Around the third panel, I felt my lower legs getting a little tired for only a moment and, as I rounded the turn on the last lap, I had been able to quickly banish the troubling thought that if We dropped the bottle now, I might have to do the whole thing all over again!