Hey Athletes:
Today I want to warn you about a little enemy I like to call Normalcy, a.k.a. The Champion Crusher.
You can’t see him, but he’s attacking you every time you step on the playing field. He attacks you with his weapons of doubt and fear and deceit.
I remember the way he attacked me when I was training for my first marathon. See if you can spot the fear and doubts in my running journal entries:
August 14: Three miles in clear weather. First official day of training. Hard getting started. Probably would have skipped my run today if I had no purpose in mind.
September 15: Fifteen miles in cool weather. I made it! I lapped the lake twice, plus one mile! It was chilly out, but a gorgeous day. I seem to be on track to actually run in Raleigh. I haven’t registered yet, though. Maybe I never will. Maybe that will be the reason I don’t become a marathoner. Surely something will prevent me from running on December 2.
October 13: Eighteen miles in warm weather. Toughest run ever. Felt dead the last half. Didn’t think I’d make it. Somehow pushed myself to the end. Knew I wouldn’t be able to face my family and friends if I didn’t reach my daily goal. They may not run the miles with me, but their interest in my training is perhaps my greatest reason to run. They expect me to succeed. I can’t disappoint them. But if I can barely survive 18, how will I run 26.2?
October 27: Twenty miles in cool weather. I did it! I was worried about today’s run after having trouble with 18. Spent the last two weeks mentally preparing for today. Never thought I’d have to do that, but I’ve learned that running distance is more of a mental challenge than a physical one.
November 9: Twenty-two miles in sunny weather. Horrible run. Had to run longest distance before the race Friday instead of Saturday because of last minute trip out of town. Thought I could handle the switch. I was wrong. I never found a good rhythm. Did not enjoy myself at all. Legs hurt. Knees hurt. Shoulders hurt. Dragged along final lap of lake. Prodded to finish. I was insane to think I can run a marathon. Only it’s too late to back out. I’ve already paid the entrance fee.
November 17: Twelve miles in cool weather. Felt good through six, then wanted to walk. Made myself keep running. Worked through it. Finished strong.
November 29: Four miles in warm weather. Slowed my pace to be more like race pace. Good finish before big run. I’ve done all I can do.
The doubts I had about being able to actually run 26.2 miles didn’t end with my training. If anything, they got worse.
I’ll tell you more about that next week…and share if I was able to crush Normalcy during my marathon…or if he crushed me.
So what about you? What are some of the fears and doubts you deal with when you compete?
To your sports dreams,
Bonnie Jean

