Win in Endurance If Not Speed
Ever since I remember, my elder brother was school athletic champion. He was great at speed and won almost every race he participated in. On the other hand, I struggled to even get into the semifinals, leave alone competing with the best in finals. I remember when my brother used his influence to put me directly in finals of a 400 meter race with a long lecture on how should I run and how much I try my best to get at least the third position to keep his prestige. I really ran hard. I missed the third spot by whisker. I was devastated not because I lost, but I could not come up to the expectation of my brother. In three years, this was my only race and I missed it. I was aware that lot of students will now rub my brother for taking a wrong decision and favoring me. I was already hearing several comments on how incapable I was and how my brother used his influence to push me in the league where I did not belong.
I met my brother almost two hours after the race. I knew that he might be feeling uneasy to face me and must be feeling angry. My guilt and devastation had no boundaries.
‘Wow, you ran like never before’ my brother called out as soon as he saw me. He was smiling and visibly happy. I thought, he must be feeling good about his own wins and his championship as he stood first in all four races he took part in.
‘Look brother, I am very happy with your performance. Do you know, you competed against the best of the racers this time? Everyone had predicted that you will be the last in the race out of all the eight participants, but everyone was surprised when you almost came third.’ My brother continued with the description.
My mood lifted a bit. I asked him hesitantly ‘ Did I really run well?’
‘Yes, you did. Rather, it was far better than any one expected. Now I know you have the speed in you. Next year, we will crack it together in our annual athletics.’ He laughed and held my hand.
Even thirty-five years later, I still remember the time when someone lifted my mood so well and made me feel wanted.
Over few weeks, I kept on getting training from my elder brother who was already revered as a great sports boy in the school. After a few days and after keen observation of my running, he came back to me and gave me his verdict. ‘Brother, you may not get the best speed as you seem to be slightly flat footed, but you can win on endurance. Try running long distance races and you have a better chance.’
The positive input made a magical change in me. Over next several years, I ran races that needed endurance. As a boy of ten, I used to run for several kilometers every day and won several recognitions at school and even outside school for many years. Every time, I recalled my brother telling me that I can win in endurance if not speed. This running took me places including being the best cadet in NCC and winning several cross-country races. I never could run fast, but I had endurance that only few had.
I could use one positive input to change my life while ignoring several negative one. You should try it yourself. Your life will be far more happy and fulfilling.