How many attempts do you make at something you’re failing at before you accept that it’s not going to happen for you? Two? Five? Ten? Never?
I’m not a quitter.
If you’ve been reading my posts throughout this challenge, this statement would not come as a huge surprise.
I believed that hard work applied consistently towards a goal would always produce a successful result. IT. ALWAYS. WORKED.
… that is, until I attempted to become an Ironman.
I had a highly respected triathlon coach. I followed my training program like a religious zealot. Even on the days I wanted to fluff the workout, I dug deep and put in the effort.
… but it was never enough. Five attempts in five years. Five failures to reach the finish line in the 17 hour cutoff time. I simply didn’t have the “right stuff”.
After attempt #5 at Ironman Florida in 2010, I cried a bucket of tears. I knew the sad truth … I hated the training, and in spite of working as hard as I could, I was never going to be good enough.
I sat down with my amazingly supportive coach and instructed her to give me a huge smack across the side of my head if I ever suggested I wanted to attempt another Ironman.
I’ve never regretted that decision, but I sometimes feel like I have unfinished business. Failure leaves an unpleasant after-taste that never really goes away.
I chose to use these demotivational posters from despair.com in a tongue-in-cheek poke at myself … and definitely not at anyone else.
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