"No battle plan survives contact with the enemy”
Adapted from Helmuth von Moltke the Elder, German militarist
Reading back over what I have written in this space for the past few years, many of the posts seem to present a litany of unmet goals, unfinished races, and disastrous training experiences. To wit:
I dropped out of the Comrades Marathon at km 55.
I dropped out of the Race Across the West after cycling about 40% of the distance.
I crashed my bike training for Ironman Canada in 2010 and broke my collarbone.
In my last two trips to Death Valley I have not completed the distance I started out to do.
At Ironman Canada last year, I ended up walking about two-thirds of the marathon.
Although I have completed several marathons in the past few years, I have not come close to setting a personal best for the distance, something I had wanted to accomplish before I got too old.
|Should've Stayed Home Today|
But as much as I like setting goals, I like actually accomplishing them even more. What good is dreaming of a goal if I so often fail to achieve it? These past few years have left me thinking that either I am setting the bar too high for myself or else that I am lacking whatever it takes to succeed.
I’m starting to get the feeling that I do not have The Right Stuff. Inveterate goal setter though I might be, I seem to lack the single-minded focus to pursue some goals whatever the cost. When the medic in the South African race told me that I could damage my foot if I kept on running, I believed him and stopped. When my body told me in graphically physical terms that my participation in the Race Across the West was over, I listened, got off my bike (fell off, rather) and stopped riding.
And if I were climbing to the summit of Everest and someone told me it would be best to turn back, I would probably turn back and head down the hill, leaving the summit unconquered and all my toes still attached.
|A Finish is a Finish|