So
I’m reading an article on the NYC Marathon PR disaster in the January issue of
Runners World. This is what I do when I
fly; I read. I read a lot. There is a short blurb asking runners a very
important question: Are we living in a bubble?
It
got me thinking.
I
love being an athlete, and more specifically, a triathlete. I am part of a very special/elite group of
people. Like being a pilot, being a
triathlete takes a specific skill set that 99.9% of the population cannot
do. I have heard estimates that less
than 1/10th of 1% of the population can currently be commercial
airline pilots. So I would say that puts
me in pretty elite company. Even though
I downplay my job a lot, because honestly, to me, it is just a job, to the
majority of the population, it seems pretty cool.
I
guess I have often felt the same way about being a triathlete. To me, this is just my hobby. I don’t do it for a living. I’ll never win a race, and I am certainly no
elitist. I’m an age-grouper, grinding
out the miles one day at a time. But I do
love it so much. I love it the same way
a knitter enjoys knitting, a pianist enjoys playing the piano, a woodworker
enjoys carving wood…well you get the idea.
But
are we, as athletes, getting to a point where we are no longer seen as
special? We put the stickers on our car,
get the M Dot tattoo when completing an Ironman, brag about our accomplishments
on Twitter, Facebook, and blogs. We wear
shirts in public signifying our past races and visors advertising the last 70.3
we did. We encourage those around us
that our lifestyle is more healthy and that people should be thinking about
“buying local” and joining a Crossfit class.
Shouldn’t this stuff impress the non-athletes? Shouldn’t people be looking at us in awe and
saying “I want to do that?”
Or
are we isolating ourselves?
I
like spectators at my events. People who
will cheer me on and wish me well on the course. A lot of these spectators are non-athletes
and will never achieve what we have. I
don’t want to scare them away by being too “elitist” or snobby. Personally, it’s why I’m not a fan of
vegans. How do you know someone is a
vegan? They’ll tell you!
I
think the important thing to remember is this: for most of us, this is not what
pays the bills. Simply put, this is our
hobby. In the same way that dog-owners
get excited about their dogs and Red Sox fans remind you that they are not the
Yankees (screw that, you have the second highest payroll in MLB and it took you
86 years to achieve relevancy again) we should perhaps tone down our giddiness
over what we do. Remember, 99% of
America, and perhaps the world, doesn’t have an interest in achieving what you
do. No one is saying that what you are
achieving isn’t monumental. The racing
community is proud of you. And maybe,
just maybe, that’s enough.
Hey Brandon!
ReplyDeleteSomewhere buried in a drawer is my first tri-tee-shirt!I have a feeling that the shirt my flight instructor cut the tail off of that I wore the day I soloed is keeping it company! They could probably share some stories about which was more, or better, or braver, but I'm hoping they are too humble for that.
Some roads are only known best and appreciated most by those who have traveled them.
Courage is a highly discussed subject. True courage just is, never discussed. That's for those who live on the sidelines and are left to wonder.
well said. Well said. :-)
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