This is so true. I am 50 years old and my brain still re-broadcasts near misses from baseball games in high school and college. Now I'm a dad watching my own sons, and I've come to appreciate the cross country and track competitions, which are so painfully objective. No complaints about playing time and bad calls or teammates' errors. While I appreciate the complexity and strategy of the "ball sports," the pure competition of just running faster is amazing to watch.
I always appreciate the clarity with which you make these points. Fight like hell. Don't beat yourself up in the inevitable cases where it doesn't work out. Such a simple but profound truth.
This is so true. I am 50 years old and my brain still re-broadcasts near misses from baseball games in high school and college. Now I'm a dad watching my own sons, and I've come to appreciate the cross country and track competitions, which are so painfully objective. No complaints about playing time and bad calls or teammates' errors. While I appreciate the complexity and strategy of the "ball sports," the pure competition of just running faster is amazing to watch.
Thanks for this, Steve.
I often pause and look back at my successes, my wins, my personal bests — and say a big, loud THANK YOU.
What if I’d missed that turn on the trail? What if someone smashed my goggles in a triathlon?
Success isn’t final. Failure isn’t fatal.
What really matters is the courage to keep going — in both directions.
I always appreciate the clarity with which you make these points. Fight like hell. Don't beat yourself up in the inevitable cases where it doesn't work out. Such a simple but profound truth.