When I was a teenager I had big dreams about myself as a top level athlete of the future . I could picture myself winning big races and representing my country at the Olympics. I guess that’s quite normal for kids and teenagers. I always trained with my best friend. Whether it was a looooong and slow session or a murderous interval training, we would run neck in neck. However, when it came to racing, he always beat me comfortably.
Fast forward a few years. My friend went to the Olympics, while I ehmmm ... did not. It didn’t hurt, honestly, because by that time I had discovered something about myself. I had realised that I didn’t have the necessary desire to sacrifice everything for my sport. I didn’t have the mental tough ness to endure the pain you must go through to get the results. I simply didn’t want success bad enough . I still loved training – but rather for social reasons and for staying in shape, than to become a top-level athlete.
Today, twenty something years later, my friend has grown fat and bold and cannot even stand the though t of training or racing anymore. As for myself, I’m also fat and bold but I still remain active in running, triathlons and cross-country skiing. But I’m still stuck in the same place as I was in my teens when it comes to the desire to succeed. Today, just as back in the old days, I tend to ease off when things start getting tough . If the weather gets too cold, I tend to find an excuse to stay at home rather than go out for a run. And during races, when my muscles scream for mercy, I tend to obey. “It’s just a game, who cares whether I’ll be no 2500 rather than 2300 on the results list?” That’s my reasoning and I always manage to convince myself to slow down.
However, after I cross the finish line, I usually wish I had pushed harder, because I know that physically I have it in me to do better. I usually get over these though ts in 12 minutes or so, but occasionally they linger. I have googled some articles about mental training, even borrowed a book from the library, but so far to no avail. I would, therefore, be interested to hear from people who have had this same “problem” and found a solution.
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