Never ever give up. I’ll bury myself if there’s something I want to achieve. This is my strength.
My older brother taught me this when I was younger. We had a pool table, in our basement, and he would never just let me win. I always came back for more. Those times I did win I would gloat a little. Then I would get my ass kicked again.
Pheasant hunting was another leason. It’s better to hunt when the snow is deep and it’s cold. The birds won’t run. They stay huddle for warmth and protection. It was rare to hunt on nice days. Trudging through snow, loaded down with a shotgun, vest, ammo, boots, clothing, and sometimes a bird could easily be an extra 50lbs. You would make a sandwich, an apple and some candy for an all day event. There were times I wanted to give up. It was ok with him. He would say, ” then walk back”. Well crap, I’m out here anyways. Keep moving. It always ended up for the better.
This is what’s made me a bike racer. It’s a tough sport. It’s competitive. I like that. Non stop combatant. Never give up.
More power to you.
Marc
Posted by Marc Walter as As a coach, Personal Life, power, Who am I at 10:34 AM MST