Yesterday I was talking with a person I hadn’t seen in awhile. This person told me they were interested in entering a race (in this case a sprint triathlon) but they didn’t want to enter the event because they were afraid of being last and having everyone stare at them.

Here’s what I said:

People are more concerned about themselves and not nearly as concerned about you. If I were to survey the entry field, I suspect not one person would care about who comes in mid-pack, tenth from the end, second from the end and last.

If you show up to the start line, you are miles ahead of all the people mashing a$$ on the couch made by Excuses and the chair made by Empty Promises. You’ll never be last.

I got a note that the person entered a race this summer.

Cool.