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As a runner, since I had my daughter, MacKenzie, I dreamt of running a race with her. Of course, I had no idea when she was a tiny kiddo learning to sit up, crawl, walk, and eventually run if she would learn to love running the way I did. My instincts also nudged me that pushing hard on any of my passions with her might have the opposite impact, so while I continued to enjoy my daily runs and talk about running marathons should she ask, I attempted to keep my hopes about her falling in love with running to myself. That made it even more exciting when she first ran cross country and seemed enthusiastic to continue, eventually leaping into run track once she was could do so this year in the seventh grade.
She asked lots of questions in the weeks leading up to the first track practice. The most common was, “What distance do you think I’ll run?” Since I had never been particularly fast and seemed to find my stride with distance running and endurance, I laughed and said, “Well, I’m not sure. Your coach will watch you run and decide, but I’m sure it won’t be sprinting.” I could not have been more wrong. She came home from her first day of practice and would run the 75-meter hurdles, the 200-meter dash, and the 4 X 200-meter relay. MacKenzie was a hurdler and sprinter.
The season progressed, and she won several races. She practiced with her team and asked me to take her to the track on the weekends. She listened to feedback on her form and the fundamentals of racing. She cared about her team and cheered them on. She felt nervous before she raced and started to develop habits for preparation at the starting line, like stretching and jumping. The season was less than two months long, and quite rapidly, it was time for the year’s final meet. This meet brought all five district schools together to compete. Over 100 girls raced that day.
Depending upon the performance that season, the girls were split into exhibition (non-point earning) and open (point-earning) heats for each racing category. For all three of her races, MacKenzie ran in an open heat. The preliminary open heats went very well, and MacKenzie and her teammates in the relay progressed to the finals. This was the first such meet she’d run. The finals left her feeling disappointed as she did not fare as favorably. We walked to the car, and she muttered and expressed frustration for how poorly she’d done.
I listened and said, “Kiddo, I’m proud of you. You had a remarkable first year of track. Most importantly, you were an incredible team member, and I loved hearing you cheer on your team. You found out what races bring you joy and help you contribute to your team. You had very solid races and experienced winning meets and races. You found a love for running and track as a sport. You became a hurdler, and I have never even crossed a hurdle.” She gave me the tired look of a disappointed teenager as I continued, “And you have learned some important things. Winning amongst the best runners will take more practice. Managing a longer, multi-race meet will take fuel, hydration, and stronger endurance.” She grumbled, “I know.”
The next day, MacKenzie asked me, “Can you take me to the track this weekend?” The season was over, and she knew that to apply what she had learned meant continuing to practice. She asked me to help her create a training plan. With the help of Chat GPT, we formulated a summer routine that included lifting, stretching, running, and days of rest. Even during our midwestern “heat dome,” she continued to practice. While many things in our lives lie outside our control, the hard work we put into becoming better at endeavors we love is something we own, and the work that happens when nobody is looking can never be taken away.
Experiencing failure feels devastating. I remember a day when I was asked to step in for a leader who was called away for an emergency. The meeting I was asked to facilitate was full of executives I admired. This was not a meeting where I could present and prepare. The point of the session was to encourage dialogue and conversation; at the time, I had much less practice at facilitation. I left the meeting feeling humiliated. I stumbled on my words and felt stuck in my head about what I’d “say next” and was not listening as I could have been. I played the lapse in my performance over and repeatedly for the next several weeks.
As a recovering perfectionist, I know that life’s failures can sometimes feel debilitating. They can be transformational and fueling. Upon reflection, I have six lessons I’ve learned to allow failure to ignite success:
MacKenzie took that last bit of advice seriously. She asked me to take her to the track repeatedly. She watches other runners and learns. She’s lifting weights. She’s researching fueling during workouts. She asked to go to track camp and will head there next week. As she shapes her life, seasons of that life will spring forward. She will build more of those winning seasons each time she makes her failures a potent part of who she is and embraces those moments of agony as the fire that lights her bright future.
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