True Confessions: I Want to Win

Shh, come closer. I have a secret to share – I want to win Freeze Fest.

Now I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to tell me that I have to be realistic about the fact that I will be competing against people who are younger, faster and stronger than me.

You might even point out that I only started getting double-unders in the past week or so and that I am still pretty new to the clean.

You’re also for sure going to tell me that I have worked so hard and that just trying my best is good enough.

You’ll try to convince me that trophies are meaningless in the bigger scheme of life and that it really doesn’t matter. To hell with all that! I want to win.

But wait, you say as you try to knock some sense into me, what about the lessons you learned from Rocky?

Remember when the Italian Stallion said to Adrian about his first match against Apollo, “It really don’t matter if I lose this fight. It really don’t matter if this guy opens my head either.

Cos all I wanna do is go the distance.” Sometimes just finishing the race is as important as winning. That’s crap! I want to win.

Vince Lombardi, who coached the Green Bay Packers to five NFL Championships and six Conference Titles in nine seasons had it right – “Winning isn’t everything…it’s the only thing.”

I want to win the scaled division of the Freeze Fest Team Challenge this Saturday really bad and that’s perfectly okay. In fact, I think it’s healthy.

I think it’s exactly the right attitude I need to have. I should not only want to win this weekend, but to start winning in life.

I already know how to lose. I know how to be a good sport. I know how to shake hands at the end of a match and say, “Good game. Good game. Nice job. Good game.”

I’ve done that all too well in life. What I haven’t done is charge the field, get angry, be aggressive and fight like hell for a win.

It’s been bothering me for a while that, both in and out of the gym, I don’t seem to want to win enough.

That doesn’t mean I’m some sad sack or loser. It just means that I’m too often complacent. I smile at my coworkers and do my job and just brush it off my shoulder when things don’t go exactly as planned – like a raise or a promotion.

I’m social and hang out with my friends and just dismiss the fact that I’m not where I want to be in life. I resign myself to second or third place.

Well, forget that. If anything comes out my training to date it’s that a pot has been stirred.

I am not sure if it’s all the squats, the extra protein in my diet or some realization that I am capable of so much more, but I want a win. I need a win.

And so let this be a warning to my family, my friends, my coworkers, my competitors – for the first time in a long time, I am hungry.

I’m still Jeremy, Big Jerm, Uncle Jer. But my stomach is rumbling and it’s time to start the feeding!

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