Competition is good for the soul. Pick someone who is better than you and work your butt off until you can beat him or her. Push yourself beyond your comfort zone and leave it all out on the field. Use the fire of competition to forge your soul. To push your spirit. And to shape your future.
I come from the participation trophy generation. And I got a few of them along the way. But I’ve learned nothing inspires you more than receiving an award for your hard work. No, I take that back — the sting of losing does, too. Don’t beat yourself up when you do lose. Feel how bad it sucks and then lose from it.
Your worst moments can give you your best education.
I’m in Line One. They are the best athletes and I’m the Clydesdale in the midst of Race Horses. But I want to work out with them. I want to get smoked by them. Because it’s the fuel that makes me better. And I have gotten better. Today, I held my own in a 100-yard sprint. I didn’t finish first. Still, I was up in the front. I will push myself even harder tomorrow.
I’m a Clydesdale with a little bit of speed and a lot of stamina.
Winning isn’t everything. Being out on the field of life competing is. Winning is just gravy. Delicious gravy at that.