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Lane 3 Commentary Olympic Trials<br />
Dealing with Disappointment<br />
The <strong>Mar</strong>athon Olympic Trials<br />
by Brett Ely<br />
I recently watched the ESPN special<br />
The Brady 6; it focuses on the 2000<br />
NFL draft in which Tom Brady was selected<br />
199 th , the sixth quarterback<br />
picked. It’s a story of triumph, of the<br />
underdog rising to favorite status<br />
while the five ahead of him faltered or<br />
floundered in mediocrity. But what<br />
struck me wasn’t the happy ending for<br />
our own #12. It was seeing Tom<br />
Brady, the handsome multi-millionaire<br />
with 3 Superbowl rings and supermodel<br />
wife, still brought to tears remembering<br />
the disappointment, hurt,<br />
and rejection of those first 198 picks.<br />
And it struck me in that moment: he<br />
isn’t successful despite being pick<br />
199, he’s successful because of it.<br />
We’re driven by our disappointments,<br />
and we carry them longer and deeper<br />
than any victory.<br />
Mine, too, was supposed to be a story<br />
of triumph. It was outlined in my mind<br />
before it ever unfolded: the smart,<br />
patient runner flying under the radar,<br />
then quietly destroying the field at the<br />
Pan Am Games. The impressive turnaround<br />
in twelve short weeks leading<br />
to an even better marathon at the<br />
Olympic Trials. The feeling that every<br />
mile, every interval, every coolly calculated<br />
decision were all leading to a<br />
perfect, shining moment at the finish<br />
line. But this isn’t that story. This is<br />
reality. This is the marathon in all its<br />
gut-wrenching glory.<br />
Most of my past few years of running<br />
have been focused on the <strong>2012</strong> U.S.<br />
Olympic Team Trials. I had no delusions<br />
of finishing in the top three, but<br />
still, I felt like I had another level to<br />
climb and was motivated to make that<br />
jump. One big, exciting wrench was<br />
thrown in my plans, though. I accepted<br />
a spot on the US team for the Pan<br />
American Games (October 2011 in<br />
Guadalajara, Mexico), knowing that<br />
I’d be attempting something I never<br />
had: 4 marathons in 13 months. Nonetheless,<br />
the plan was sound and I was<br />
confident. Workouts came together<br />
better than expected in the final<br />
weeks before heading to Mexico. If<br />
not for this persistent, nagging pain in<br />
my hip, I might have believed I was<br />
invincible.<br />
But I wasn’t okay. I<br />
was numb inside my<br />
cocoon of forced<br />
smiles.<br />
But, I wasn’t. My hip stopped me at<br />
20K in the Pan Am Games, led to several<br />
missed weeks of running thereafter,<br />
and continued to give me trouble<br />
through the training segment leading<br />
up to the Olympic Trials. I didn’t have<br />
a moment upon returning from Mexico<br />
to recover, to process, or to grieve.<br />
I dove right back into training and<br />
worked hard to stay positive as my<br />
body continued to struggle. I believed<br />
I could be better on January<br />
14 th than any given day in training<br />
leading up to the race. I had scripted<br />
the comeback in my mind in vivid detail.<br />
I wasn’t going to Houston to embrace<br />
and enjoy the experience; I was<br />
going to race like there was nothing<br />
after.<br />
By 12 miles into the trials marathon, I<br />
was limping and it was clear to me<br />
that my body still wasn’t where it<br />
needed to be. I stopped just before 16<br />
miles when I saw my husband on the<br />
side of the road. I borrowed a jacket<br />
and pants, wanting to assume the disguise<br />
of a casual spectator. I cheered<br />
like hell for my friends on the course.<br />
I said all sorts of happy things to everyone<br />
who tried to offer condolences.<br />
I even managed to laugh when someone<br />
came up after the race with an<br />
exuberant “Great job!” followed by<br />
“Oh, sorry…you’re not Jeannette…” I<br />
kept this relentlessly positive attitude<br />
all the way through my travels home,<br />
to the point that my friends were kind<br />
of baffled by how okay I seemed to be<br />
considering the outcome. But I wasn’t<br />
okay. I was numb inside my cocoon of<br />
forced smiles.<br />
It wasn’t until I arrived back home on<br />
Monday that I had a chance to process<br />
the previous few months. I looked at<br />
my watch and saw it was still stuck on<br />
the splits of my unfinished race. I<br />
knew I needed to hit that reset button.<br />
While it was the last thing I wanted to<br />
do, I updated my training log with the<br />
splits, the details, and the ultimate<br />
outcome of the race. It wasn't until I<br />
had those numbers and words out—<br />
the logical conclusion to this emotionally<br />
draining journey—that I finally<br />
had a moment to grieve. I had<br />
fought so hard to stay upbeat and to<br />
find the silver linings that it was actually<br />
refreshing to just acknowledge<br />
the overwhelming storm cloud and let<br />
myself be let down. In trying to put a<br />
positive spin on things, I had missed<br />
the importance of simply being able<br />
to say that I wanted more, I wanted it<br />
badly, and I didn’t get it done. It’s<br />
heartbreaking to care so much, to<br />
work so hard in obscurity, and to ultimately<br />
feel let down. But it’s also<br />
something every athlete at every level<br />
has to deal with, and it’s something<br />
that, in the end, drives us toward our<br />
goals with renewed dedication and<br />
fervor.<br />
This was supposed to be a story of<br />
triumph. It isn’t (at least not yet). But<br />
it’s a story we all have, we all know,<br />
and it’s what compels us to continue<br />
lacing up our shoes and looking toward<br />
the next training segment and a<br />
future, better self.<br />
Brett Ely will be back and stronger than ever.<br />
You better watch out.<br />
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