Posted in Musings, Racing, Training

Expectations . . .

The goal for the summer

So here I am, just a couple of days out from the first race that will start Luke and I on our way to our Spartan Trifecta, the Pennsylvania Spartan Super. An 8+ mile race up and down (and up and down) a mountainside in northeast PA.  This weekend we get the blue slice of the pie. The others will follow.

As Kathy and I were walking to the gym this morning she asked me:

“How do you feel about your race this weekend?”

and I gave my normal reply:

“I feel good. I think I’m ready to go.”

I think to myself, in training I have done just about everything according to plan. I feel great and  I am physically ready to go. I run through my list and check all the boxes.

  • Got in my rugged trail miles and they felt great
  • Improved my upper body and core strength
  • Got my pull-ups far above where they were last year
  • And even got to play on some hanging grip strength obstacles that Luke and I made.

These are hard, but fun to do anyway. I just wish I didn’t miss the ball-to-dowel transition at the end.

Yep, I am physically ready to go.

And then as I was leading her through her workout, I thought about it a little more and came to the strange realization that in reality I don’t feel “good” about this race. For some strange reason I feel pressure.

Not pressure to finish the race; which I should do,

Not pressure to out perform Luke; which I probably won’t do.

But pressure to place well. Something I have never experienced in the obstacle races which I have done leading up to this. Just, this nagging thought of what if you don’t place well?

Yes, I placed well in each of my past two races, but that doesn’t matter. I can’t control who will or won’t show up on the side of a mountain in Pennsylvania. All I can control is my effort  and race to the best of my ability. No more and no less. I can’t control the level of my competition.

This takes me back to my days of coaching Luke in wrestling when the last things I would tell him before sending him out for each match.

Be aggressive – Not angry

Do you best and let God take care of the rest.

I guess it’s time to follow my own advice.






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