I never sucked at anything until I started running.
I should clarify: I didn’t truly suck at running, but, as a perfectionist by nature, finishing mid-pack felt like failure. As a kid, I was really good at school. I played softball and was pretty good at that. I took up violin and sat first chair in our district. I wasn’t so hot at gymnastics, but there was no objective measure of competence, so I didn’t really notice that I wasn’t the best.
But in running? I was mediocre at best. And that hurt. Read more >>