Tonight I sat with my Grandpa and he shared with me some of his experience -- I thought I'd share it here - just so we know his story won't be lost.
When he was younger he was very athletic -- he participated in everything. Being the Southern-Ontario boy that he was he was very into track, and really just wanted to win a ribbon at his school's track and field day. So in this grade 9 & 10 years he ran his hardest, and while he wasn't the slowest, he didn't win either. At the end of Grade 10 he realized that the kid doing the 100m spring was blessed with the "natural ability" -- and that it was unlikely that he'd EVER beat him. So he set his sights on the 1/2 mile and mile races - and spent the summer training.
The next year he went to Track and Field day...he sat back and didn't participate in any of the events all day long --- then, finally, before dinner, the 1/2 mile race was announced. There was a boy there about 6 feet tall who'd been winning ribbons all day (my grandpa is about 5'3" or so). They all lined up. There was another boy who took off like a shot, then the 6' tall boy -- then my grandpa. They ran and ran. About 1/2 the way through my grandpa realized that it was now or never, if he was going to win his medal he'd better get going! So he started running faster, and faster. He caught up with the 6' tall boy and the crowd started to cheer. He went balls out and caught up with the leading boy. As he past him the boy in the lead looked at him and said "I can't run anymore!" and fell back, but the 6' tall boy had decided that it was time to get going as well and was catching up! My grandpa won his 1/2 mile race by a nose.
He won the full mile race without any competition :)
His coach looked at him and thought he saw a winner. That year he took him to the provincial races. My grandpa got there and saw all the other guys -- all running faster than him ---- and dropped out of his race. He didn't know it at the time but his principal was in the crowd and saw this --- the topic of the next Friday's school assembly (because they did that in the old days!) was Following Through on Things you start. The principal never mentioned his name, but my Grandpa knew he was talking about him.
The next year my Grandpa ran the same events again and went to the provicial championships again. This time he ran his races and tried his hardest. He didn't win -- but at least he knew he finished, and ran a good race.
That was his message to me tonight for tomorrow. It's not about winning, it's about finishing what you start and knowing that you did that.