['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.
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