Wrangler
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I meant to reply to this when I read the post last week.
In my Senior year of Indoor Track, my 4 x 440 team competed at State wide competition, placing 3rd. I was the captain of the team and ran the 2nd leg. The 1st leg was this Black guy, Conrad, who came from Jamacia several years earlier. In that State competition, it was the first time all year that he did not hand me the baton with the lead - but in 2nd place. Here is the distance each of us ran individually prior to the relay:
As the 2nd leg, I ran more than the other 3 members on the team combined in a race before our relay team race. Conrad later got into body building and after high school I attended one of his body building competitions. Anyway, back to competing, as the captain, I was a fierce competitor. In our sophomore year Conrad was on the team as I was running long distance on the track. As the non-long distance runners began goofing off, we had many miles of laps to go. Several laps Conrad got close to running into the long distance team distracted by playing handball. I sternly warned him each time. One time he back stepped into my lane as I ran into him.
Not toward him. Like a football tackler, I ran at him and knocked him down and the momentum caused him to flip head over tail. He was shocked. We were friends. A couple years before that he got into a fight with a punk who was the dominant race in our school (Italian). While I was also friends with this punk, I knew he was a punk. I told Conrad that he must feel intimitated being called racist names by a member of the largest group in the city BUT I WAS WITH HIM and told him I know who he fought was a punk and I knew Conrad's character.
With this loyalty in mind, Conrad was shocked at my actions. I yelled at him for good measure for endangering his teammates (not just me) for fooling around. After I talked with him calmly and one on one about competition. I spoke confidently about his innate ability and encouraged him to get his act together, that if he applied himself, he would doubtless succeed.
Yes, he was aware that my fierce competitive spirit was at a different level than his. Yet, I inspired him. He did apply himself.
The relay team was made up of 2 other guys, seniors, who were running track for the 1st time, but Conrad, running the 50 yard dash had earned the coaches confidence to start us off. He trained hard with and without me and said many times that he loved to train with me because he knew beating me would never come easy. For instance, one Saturday we trained at a local college. 12 intervals @ 200 yards each. The 1st and 4th leg each won twice. The 3rd leg won once. I won the other 7 intervals. (None of them could ever beat me up the 5 flights of stairs.) That was the pinnacle Conrad told me of him being hungrier than ever to take it to the next level, only winning 2 of 12 intervals with men who were not cutting him any slack.
No one on the team told Conrad to take it easy or go soft. Competition brought out the best in each of us.
President George W Bush referred to this as the soft bigotry of low expectations.Most people didn't expect me to speak articulately or do well in school because I was black. People seemed blown away that I enjoyed reading and being friendly. If I put a bit of effort into a subject, it also impressed.
What expectations did you have of yourself?It was hard for me to let go of not meeting their expectation because no one else besides my husband expected me to do anything of value
Ever compete?Rarely has anyone told me to give something my best effort. Ive often been told to take it easy, to stop trying to please God with my own efforts, to "try softer".
In my Senior year of Indoor Track, my 4 x 440 team competed at State wide competition, placing 3rd. I was the captain of the team and ran the 2nd leg. The 1st leg was this Black guy, Conrad, who came from Jamacia several years earlier. In that State competition, it was the first time all year that he did not hand me the baton with the lead - but in 2nd place. Here is the distance each of us ran individually prior to the relay:
1st leg: 50 yards
2nd leg: 1,000 yards
3rd leg: 600 yards
4th leg: 300 yards
As the 2nd leg, I ran more than the other 3 members on the team combined in a race before our relay team race. Conrad later got into body building and after high school I attended one of his body building competitions. Anyway, back to competing, as the captain, I was a fierce competitor. In our sophomore year Conrad was on the team as I was running long distance on the track. As the non-long distance runners began goofing off, we had many miles of laps to go. Several laps Conrad got close to running into the long distance team distracted by playing handball. I sternly warned him each time. One time he back stepped into my lane as I ran into him.
Not toward him. Like a football tackler, I ran at him and knocked him down and the momentum caused him to flip head over tail. He was shocked. We were friends. A couple years before that he got into a fight with a punk who was the dominant race in our school (Italian). While I was also friends with this punk, I knew he was a punk. I told Conrad that he must feel intimitated being called racist names by a member of the largest group in the city BUT I WAS WITH HIM and told him I know who he fought was a punk and I knew Conrad's character.
With this loyalty in mind, Conrad was shocked at my actions. I yelled at him for good measure for endangering his teammates (not just me) for fooling around. After I talked with him calmly and one on one about competition. I spoke confidently about his innate ability and encouraged him to get his act together, that if he applied himself, he would doubtless succeed.
Yes, he was aware that my fierce competitive spirit was at a different level than his. Yet, I inspired him. He did apply himself.
The relay team was made up of 2 other guys, seniors, who were running track for the 1st time, but Conrad, running the 50 yard dash had earned the coaches confidence to start us off. He trained hard with and without me and said many times that he loved to train with me because he knew beating me would never come easy. For instance, one Saturday we trained at a local college. 12 intervals @ 200 yards each. The 1st and 4th leg each won twice. The 3rd leg won once. I won the other 7 intervals. (None of them could ever beat me up the 5 flights of stairs.) That was the pinnacle Conrad told me of him being hungrier than ever to take it to the next level, only winning 2 of 12 intervals with men who were not cutting him any slack.
No one on the team told Conrad to take it easy or go soft. Competition brought out the best in each of us.
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