I am not a guy who needs huge doses of what people refer to as ‘encouragement’. No one has to get in my ear each morning and whisper sweet positive thoughts about the day so that I can feel like I have the power to get up, get going and survive. Maybe it’s because my mom did this enough for me as a kid. Or maybe it’s because I have tiger blood and am always ready to kick the day in the teeth like my dad. Who knows why, but encouragement is usually a macro concept for me, something that is very helpful in small doses from people who are relationally close. Give me just a few servings a year.
So what I am about to say is not me by nature.

My first ironman race (bib# 1553) was fueled by lots of small, simple, cheerful, vocal, and helpful pieces of encouragement given out by friends, strangers and other athletes. It was so weird and so cool. Shocked and overwhelmed is how felt during and post race. Even now, almost two weeks later, the encouragement from the day is still leaving an unforgettable impression on my race experience.
The encouragement came in the form of a simple shoulder to lean on when my legs were wobbly getting out of the swim. My friend Greg was volunteering, he spotted me as I ran by his station and shouted “hey Russell!”. Transition volunteers did their role with an unmistakeable spirit of service, trying to help me excel as an athlete, and it fueled my day. A friend and running partner, Amy, came out and shouted support on the bike course. Another friend saved my bacon. Steve volunteered at the bike transition. Out of over 2,500 athletes he met me and took my bike to it’s stand while I went to change for my run. Steve noticed that I left my race timing watch on my bike and took the initiative to bring it to me as I left for the run. Amazing. And Amy, she found me again on the run and chatted positively about my performance as she jogged with me through an aide station. And the finish… WOW!, nothing like it. Friends, acquaintances, strangers, volunteers… they celebrated with me in the achievement. Their joy in my accomplishment seemed to almost match my joy. Maybe they liked seeing my pain and suffering, but I prefer to think that they were celebrating with me.
I could write about so many more encouraging experiences from the day. I think you see my point. Everyone needs encouragement. Placed at the right time during the hardest struggles and it can be the most important thing you ever give to another human being.
I have so much to learn.
* I am very grateful for the ironman stud Christian Isakson and his irreplaceable coaching, friendship and encouragement through this monster effort.