New Mantra

This morning, sitting on the floor with coffee and retrieving with the kitten, 734’s Dad asked me, “Do you have a mantra during races?” I admitted I had two that I repeated to myself in races or tough workouts. But it occurred to me that they were entirely wrong for the race to come.

My old mantras:

Boston. Don’t Bonk.


Suck it up, Buttercup.

They always struck me as funny and sarcastic, but they’re just not right for Alaska. In fact, they’re just not right at all since they’re both pretty negative. I attribute this change in perspective to him as well as my meditation teacher (aka “Zen Coach”) who has been helping our cool class of six women re-phrase everything in the positive to make our various goals come true. “The subconscious doesn’t know what to do with negative messages,” she explained.

734’s Dad is a recently retired pro mountain biker who continues to habitually podium as a sponsored age grouper. I won’t give his mantra away. But here’s the one he helped me come up with this morning.

My new mantra is:

Breathe. Relax. Go fast.

So what do you think? Do you need a new mantra too?