It’s great to tell people your goals, but you should never tell them everything.
What I mean by that is, if you know it’s something they’ll attack, don’t give them the opportunity.
Just keep it to yourself.
I recently trained for a marathon in Hawaii and have to confess – I really wasn’t training at 100%. We were knee deep in a remodel and I didn’t have a kitchen for almost 4 months.
Don’t worry, I didn’t starve. But I wasn’t eating on a regular schedule and my days were all messed up.
I didn’t do those long runs you’re supposed to before you’re actually stretching in front of the starting line on the day of the big race.
It wasn’t that I took the 26.2 miles for granted. But I knew my desire, determination and fierce commitment would be enough to drive me all the way to the finish line.
I don’t know what big goals are resting under your horizon, but I do know those three ingredients can take you further than you might otherwise imagine.
During this training period, every runner I spoke with, including my brother, always asked what was the most I had ever run so far.
I danced around the answer.
I knew they would tell me I couldn’t finish, even though everything inside me knew it wasn’t true.
The pain of not finishing the race would be unbearable for me, and that would be enough to keep me piling on the miles all the way to the end.
I couldn’t even entertain the thought, I had to keep the self talk positive and picture my foot past the finish line!!
Train your mind, get your heart to agree, and there’s nothing you can’t do.
I landed in Hawaii almost a month before the race. I said it was because I wanted to get acclimated, but who are we kidding?
It was Hawaii, my favorite place on Earth.
The couple of organized races I did run in were great, but then I hurt myself. Badly. I called a coach I met at one of the races.
“Can you help me?” I asked.
“What’s the furthest you’ve run?”
Of course he’d ask the one question I didn’t want to answer, especially considering this guy was a master marathoner.
At that point I should’ve been running at least 18 to 20, not the dozen or so I actually had.
“Quite a bit,” I said. “Keeping up and getting close.”
I’m a smart enough girl to know that had I told him the truth, he’d bounce back with some expert advice that I’d probably have to listen to.
But, as always, my will was strong and determination stronger.
I knew I could do it.
Sure enough, race day came and there was nothing to do other than put on my shoes and run alongside 20,000 other people.
I was ready, and with my husband and daughter waiting at the finish line, I was also fully supported.
There were moments during the long run when I knew I had to cling tight to the words of encouragement I’d gathered along the way.
I had to shake the creeping doubt and fear, and treat it like just another training.
I remembered other runners talking about The Wall.
“Wait till you hit the wall around the 17th mile,” they said, so I mentally prepared to pass the milestone and absorb its energy.
I had to create my own reality because the real one wasn’t working. I encourage you to do the same.
Take what others see as limitations, then rephrase, reshape and reframe it to bust out and breakthrough beyond what you previously thought possible.
When I arrived at mile 17, I couldn’t believe I was there. It felt as though I could’ve kept running and running!
The final mile was the hardest.
I wondered where I would possibly pull the rest of my energy from. I was running on vapor, ready to collapse. But even running on empty, I had to finish.
As I approached the finish line, I could hear the crowd screaming and clapping and encouraging me to keep going.
With barely the molecules in my body that I needed to breathe, I pushed myself harder, remembering that first day when I was just steps away from the top of the hill, just inches from my one chance to make it right.
Giving up was not an option.
The end was near and I could do it.
Just a few more steps…
Just keep running.
And finally, there I was at the finish line.
My hard work and focus had delivered a new truth unto me. I had achieved my goal and ran 26.2 miles to cross the finish line.
Whatever your goal might be, you can make it happen. Just keep building your perfect play on your private stage.
You don’t have to show anyone else what’s behind the curtain before opening night.