A wise man once said, “Comparison is the thief of joy” (Theodore Roosevelt). For some reason, this quote has resonated with me recently. I believe the human nature to ‘compare’ is as innate as is our propensity towards survival. We are social beings. And in being social, especially in the world of 2017 where we’re constantly barraged by media displaying peoples ‘perfect’ moments and ‘perfect’ lives (or at least the perfection they choose to present), it’s easy to look at our own situations relative to others. It doesn’t make us bad or weak; I think it is simply natural to do so. But given that things are rarely what they appear, I believe it to be unhealthy to let ourselves be drawn towards comparison. And I don’t mean only comparison to external things that can negatively affect us. We often compare to ourselves; what we have once done, where we’ve been at some point in our lives. While it is good to have standards and healthy to strive to achieve things, I think there is also great beauty and necessity in living in the moment, appreciating the journey and staying grateful to what we have; which at times, means to even to embrace struggle, challenge and disappointment.
I believe it to be part of life’s natural rhythms to realize that at different times in our lives, priorities shift. What may have been extremely important to you a few years ago you find is of little immediate concern today. Along with this, I find that outlook and attitudes can change as well. When you spend many years being a competitive athlete, and when this becomes your ‘job’, it’s natural to, despite staying focused on the process, realize that the outcome fully matters. It matters in terms of achieving goals, gaining or maintaining relationships in the industry, sustaining a ‘living’ at what you’re doing and ultimately it is the fruit of your labor; we can all work very hard, but we always want to achieve ‘success’ in our own right. It may be hitting time standards, crossing a finish line, qualifying for a specific event or becoming a champion. Despite having had a very long run of competing, I still seek to achieve goals; I still have that hunger. It helps drive me in the day to day; keeps me focused on the process, and motivates me to get the most out of myself physically and mentally. Yet no matter how focused we may be, how driven; we are all human, and we are all susceptible to emotion; as we well should be. While I went into Ironman Boulder with focus and confidence in my ability to perform well, I fell short of my goal of a Top 3 finish and a very strong run; however when I reflect, I view this past weekend as one of life’s very tough lessons and I feel proud to have finished what I started.
Realist = A person who accepts a situation as it is and is prepared to deal with it accordingly.
I like to think that I’m a realist. Sure I may set big goals and I have no problem going after them, knowing I may fall on my face; but I’m always willing to accept what it is, be it good or bad, and I try to deal with “life” as best I can. Given this approach, I thought a nice way to recap last weekend in Galveston boiled down to simply a lot of very awesome stuff and then some not so great stuff. Given that I grew up always eating my vegetables first (to get the crap out of the way, and look forward to the good part; we always had to finish our plates), let’s delve through the not-so-awesome first; and save the good stuff (the steak) for the end.