I find cheerleaders difficult to trust. Regardless of what’s happening in the game, they’re all smiles and Rah! Rah! Rah! After a while “Go Team Go!” starts sounding a little bit more like “Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!” Cue side-eye.
(No offense Lindsay and Kelsey. You know I love you.)
The coach – now, that’s who I want to hear mic’ed. A partner vested in the work, effort and process. A voice that’s earned the right not only to cheer, but to challenge. Those of us committed to a journey deserve more than a cheerleader. We deserve a Challenger.
I trained for a half marathon last year. The solo long runs on Saturdays started to get lonely and one weekend I asked a friend (and specimen of an athlete) to join me. While I was really looking forward to her company, there was a part of me that was nervous to bring her into my training. This wasn’t just a long run, it was an important step in my journey to race day…
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