26 August 2023

Sha’Carri Richardson versus and with Sha’Carri Richardson

['The Morning Inspection' is the title of a column I wrote for the Daily News from 2009 to 2011, one article a day, Monday through Saturday. This is the 205th article in the new series that began in December 2022. Links to previous articles are given below] 

 On Monday the 21st of August, 2023, Sha’Carri Richardson won the 100m gold at the 2023 World Championship in Budapest. Her 10.65 second run is a new championship record.

It equalled the mark for the 5th fastest 100m dash in the world which she now shares with Shericka Jackson of Jamaica (set in July 2023) and Marion Jones of the USA (set in 1998). Incidentally She’Carri pushed Shericka Jackson to second place in this race.

Notably, Shericka (2nd), Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce of Jamaica (3rd) and Marie-Josée Ta Lou of Cote d’Ivoire (4th), are ranked fifth, third and eighth all-time respectively.

She has quite a backstory, but that’s not what caught my attention. After the race, Sha’Carri said, ‘It was just me that was standing in my way. Now I’m with myself.’

A strange observation on the face of it; after all there’s only the finishing line in front of a sprinter. It’s a 100m race and unlike in a 200m event where all competitors except the one on the outermost lane cannot stop those on the right entering the circle of their peripheral vision.  

Sha’Carri could have been referring to off-track issues that clearly caused her much mental stress, but she certainly has made a statement about an aspect of competition that is not always taught, thought about and practiced.

On the one hand it’s about trying to be the best one can be. It is also about abstracting oneself from what’s happening elsewhere. In a sense it’s like the advice given to athletes to desist from the temptation to check how the others are doing; not to look over the shoulder and not to even glance sideways. Such things distract and can add those fractions of seconds that cost an athlete a medal.

But how does one understand ‘me standing in my way’? That obstacle-self could be many things. Self doubt for example. Overconfidence. Aspects of self that are not relevant to the matter at hand — total focus on the race. Personal problems. Professional jealousies. Past victories. Past defeats. Statistics. Desire] rds. Indeed, even the need to win.

Sha’Carri’s words reminded me once again of the advice given by renowned international chess coach from Greece, Efstratios Grivas, who before each round of the Chess Olympiad in Tromso, Norway (2014) would simply tell the members of Sri Lanka’s chess team he was coaching, ‘play good chess.’ He never said ‘you better win this game’ or ‘you must hold your opponent to a draw’  or ‘don’t you dare tell me that you’ve lost.’ Such directives, we know, are often given by coaches. The intention is to motivate, but typically a player would do well in spirt of such strong and often petrifying tasks that coaches set rather than because of them.

There’s always those many versions of oneself that stand in the way. Overcome them and they all collapse into one entity with a singular objective: true competition with oneself; doing the best one can and refusing to let anything distract. And that I feel is what Sha’Carri meant when she said ‘Now I’m with myself.’

Ricky Ponting, when asked what the secret of his success was, said, ‘I treat every ball with respect.’ It’s the same thing. What came before and what could come later are thoughts that stand in the way. Ponting pushed aside those versions of himself that could blur his vision and resolve, and therefore compromise his skills.

One could argue that this philosophy can only apply to individual sports and in athletics, only to disciplines such as long jump, high jump, triple jump, javelin, discus and shot put. One could argue that in other track events such as 200m and races over longer distances, athletes are required to take cognizance of other competitors and the strategies they have adopted. This is true. Even in individual sports like tennis, badminton, table tennis and chess, there’s always engagement with an opponent. And yet, in both types one can find oneself standing in the way. There can be things that stop one from being with oneself.

And it’s not just during the competition or the race. Inhibiting factors are present in the ‘before’ and in the ‘after.’ Sha’Carri has handled these matters effectively it seems. She has also shared some wisdom that could be useful to everyone. 


Other articles in this series: 

A canvas for a mind-brush

Sybil Wettasinghe's shoes

Love is...

A stroll with Pragg and Arjun along a boulevard in Baku

Meditation on tree-art

Daya Sahabandu ran out of partners but must have smiled to the end

Gentle intrusions 

Sleeping well

The unleashing of inspiration

Write, for Pete's sake

Autumn Leaves Safeness

 Sapan and voices that erase borders

Problem elephants and problem humans

Songs from the vaekanda

The 'inhuman' elephant in a human zoo

Ivan Art: Ivanthi Fernando's efforts to align meaning

Arwa Turra, heart-stitcher

Let's help Jagana Krishnakumar rebuild our ancestral home

True national anthems

Do you have a friend in Pennsylvania (or anywhere?)

A gateway to illumination in West Virginia

Through strange fissures into magical orchards

There's sea glass love few will see 

Re-residencing Lakdasa Wikkramasinha

Poisoning poets and shredding books of verse

The responsible will not be broken

Home worlds

Ownership and tenuriality of the Wissahickon

Did you notice the 'tiny, tiny wayside flowers'?

Gifts, gifting and their rubbishing

History is new(s)

Journalism inadvertently learned

Reflections on the young poetic heart

Wordaholic, trynasty and other portmanteaus

The 'Loku Aiya' of all 'Paththara Mallis'

Subverting the indecency of the mind

Character theft and the perennial question 'who am I?'


A degree in people

Faces dripping with time

Saji Coomaraswamy and rewards that matter

Revolutionary unburdening

Seeing, unseeing and seeing again

Alex Carey and the (small) matter of legacy

The Edelweiss of Mirissa 

The insomnial dreams of Kapila Kumara Kalinga 

The clothes we wear and the clothes that wear us (down) 

Every mountain, every rock, is sacred 

Manufacturing passivity and obedience 

Precept and practice 

Sanjeew Lonliyes: rawness unplugged, unlimited 

In praise of courage, determination and insanity 

The relative values of life and death 

Feet that walk 

Sarinda's eyes 

Poetry and poets will not be buried 

Sunny Dayananda 

Reunion Peradeniya (1980-1990) 

What makes Oxygen breathable?  

Sorrowing and delighting the world 

The greatest fallacy  

Encounters with Liyanage Amarakeerthi 

Beyond praise and blame 

Letters that cut and heal the heart 

Vanished and vanishing trails 


A forgotten dawn song from Embilipitiya 

The soft rain of neighbourliness  

The Gold Medals of being 

Jaya Sri Ratna Sri 

All those we've loved before 

Reflections on waves and markings 

A chorus of National Anthems 

Saying what and how 

'Say when' 

Respond to insults in line with the Akkosa Sutra 

The loves of our lives 

The right time, the right person 

The silent equivalent of a thousand words 

Crazy cousins are besties for life 

Unities, free and endearing 

Free verse and the return key

"Sorry, Earth!" 

The lost lyrics of Premakeerthi de Alwis 

The revolution is the song 

Consolation prizes in competitions no one ever wins 

The day I won a Pulitzer 


Ella Deloria's silences 

Blackness, whiteness and black-whiteness 

Inscriptions: stubborn and erasable  


Deveni: a priceless one-word koan 

Enlightening geometries 

Let's meet at 'The Commons' 

It all begins with a dot 

Recovering run-on lines and lost punctuation 

'Wetness' is not the preserve of the Dry Zone 

On sweeping close to one's feet 

Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California

To be an island like the Roberts... 

Debts that can never be repaid in full

An island which no flood can overwhelm 

Who really wrote 'Mother'? 

A melody faint and yet not beyond hearing 

Heart dances that cannot be choreographed 

Remembering to forget and forgetting to remember 

On loving, always 

Authors are assassinated, readers are immortal 

When you turn 80... 

It is good to be conscious of nudities  

Saturday slides in after Monday and Sunday somersaults into Friday  

There's a one in a million and a one in ten 

Gunadasa Kapuge is calling 

Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California 

Hemantha Gunawardena's signature 

Pathways missed 

Architectures of the demolished 

The exotic lunacy of parting gifts 

Who the heck do you think I am? 

Those fascinating 'Chitra Katha' 

The Mangala Sabhava 

So how are things in Sri Lanka? 

The most beautiful father 

Palmam qui meruit ferat 

The sweetest three-letter poem 

Buddhangala Kamatahan 

An Irish and Sri Lankan Hello 

Teams, team-thinking, team-spirit and leadership 

The songs we could sing in lifeboats when we are shipwrecked 

Pure-Rathna, a class act 

Jekhan Aruliah set a ball rolling in Jaffna 

Awaiting arrivals unlike any other 

Teachers and students sometimes reverse roles 

Matters of honor and dignity 

Yet another Mother's Day 

A cockroach named 'Don't' 

Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth 

The slowest road to Kumarigama, Ampara 

Sweeping the clutter away 

Some play music, others listen 

Completing unfinished texts 

Mind and hearts, loquacious and taciturn 

I am at Jaga Food, where are you? 

On separating the missing from the disappeared 

Moments without tenses 

And intangible republics will save the day (as they always have) 

The world is made of waves 


The circuitous logic of Tony Muller 

Rohana Kalyanaratne, an unforgettable 'Loku Aiya' 

Mowgli, the Greatest Archaeologist 

Figures and disfigurement, rocks and roses 

Sujith Rathnayake and incarcerations imposed and embraced 

Some stories are written on the covers themselves 

A poetic enclave in the Republic of Literature 

Landcapes of gone-time and going-time  

The best insurance against the loud and repeated lie 

So what if the best flutes will not go to the best flautists? 

There's dust and words awaiting us at crossroads and crosswords 

The books of disquiet 

A song of terraced paddy fields 

Of ants, bridges and possibilities 

From A through Aardvark to Zyzzyva  

World's End 

Words, their potency, appropriation and abuse 

Street corner stories 

Who did not listen, who's not listening still? 

The book of layering 

If you remember Kobe, visit GOAT Mountain 

The world is made for re-colouring 

The gift and yoke of bastardy 

The 'English Smile' 

No 27, Dickman's Road, Colombo 5 

Visual cartographers and cartography 

Ithaca from a long ago and right now 

Lessons written in invisible ink 

The amazing quality of 'equal-kindness' 

A tea-maker story seldom told 

On academic activism 

The interchangeability of light and darkness 

Back to TRADITIONAL rice 

Sisterhood: moments, just moments 

Chess is my life and perhaps your too

Reflections on ownership and belonging 

The integrity of Nadeesha Rajapaksha 

Signatures in the seasons of love

To Maceo Martinet as he flies over rainbows 

Sirith, like pirith, persist 

Fragrances that will not be bottled  

Colours and textures of living heritage 

Countries of the past, present and future 

A degree in creative excuses

Books launched and not-yet-launched 

The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains 

The ways of the lotus 

Isaiah 58: 12-16 and the true meaning of grace 

The age of Frederick Algernon Trotteville 

Live and tell the tale as you will 

Between struggle and cooperation 

Of love and other intangibles 

Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions 

The universe of smallness 

Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers 

Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills 

Serendipitous amber rules the world 

Continents of the heart
The allegory of the slow road