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How Two Decisions Led Me to Olympic Glory - Steve Mesler


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·Nov 9, 2024

One day, I found myself at the top of a mountain, one descent to go, one last chance to fulfill a lifelong dream. I wasn't even old enough to walk into a PG-13 movie alone when my dream took roots. Yet there I stood, my three teammates by my side, facing the opportunity to make history.

My mind wandered, just for half a second, but that half-second was filled with a lifetime of memories, and two decisions that brought me here to the top of the mountain. I made the first decision after a very challenging period in my career as an athlete -- five years of recurring injuries as a track athlete. Five years -- that's a long time to dedicate to anything.

But as much as I loved track, the injuries were slowly killing my drive and my dreams. My injuries had me feeling like a failure at a sport I was once great at. The last of the series of injuries required major elbow surgery. As I sat on my couch, days out of surgery, I thought of an old coach and mentor's words, comparing me to a great bobsledder he once knew.

"Bobsled? No way!" But after year upon year of not reaching the goals I set for myself in track, it was time for a change. So I reached out to the US Olympic Committee, and they told me to start training. I was going to be a bobsledder! I didn't know anything about it, but the first decision had been made.

There I was, in what felt like a blink of an eye later, about to push my four-man sled with my team to the chance of Olympic gold, Olympic glory. "Back set! Front set! Ready and --" the driver yelled, and off we went. We dug as deep as we could, and as the cadence of our steps increased and the sled accelerated, we left everything we had on the track, before leaving the ice and boarding our Night Train sled.

And a calm came over me. And once in the sled, as it was picking up speed, for just another millisecond, my mind went back to that day on the couch. "How can I train for the bobsled team without getting hurt over and over again like before?" I looked in the mirror and realized I still wanted to compete. I still wanted to succeed.

But I had to face the reality that my getting hurt wasn't to be blamed elsewhere. I realized that if I had a problem it was up to me to change it, and that what I had been doing all this time may not have been best for me. I had to confront my reality and make a change, and that was the second decision.

The decision in my mind not to get hurt anymore had many layers, but it mostly had to do with taking responsibility for all the variables in my life. If I thought something I would do or something I felt would lead me to injury, then it most certainly would. I would have to have a fundamental shift in mindset.

I learned to let go of the fears I had trained myself to have over the years and decided to trust myself and my body to push through situations I had thought insurmountable before. What followed those five years of injuries were nine years of not missing one race I entered for the USA National and Olympic teams.

Because I made a decision, then another one, and held true to those two decisions, I found myself back with my team approaching 90 miles per hour. And as we came around the last corners, I could hear the crowd cheering and the cowbells blaring, and a hard "You!" coming from the masses as we passed by at 95 miles an hour.

But someone wasn't yelling "You!" at us, they were yelling "USA!" We were moving so fast, we only heard the first piece of it. We then came around the last bend, and when we all looked up, the clock simply read "1." We had done it; we were Olympic gold medalists. We were the best in the world.

My hands went up immediately, as the moment I had been waiting for my entire life had finally come true. And as our sled slowly came to a stop and I looked into the crowd to see my mom, dad, sister and family and friends crying for me, I knew my decisions had been worth the sacrifice, worth the fear.

Two decisions and those five minutes sitting on that couch began to change my life, and sticking to them fulfilled my dreams. It was those decisions and standing by them that ultimately gave me the confidence to perform at the Olympic games.

What two decisions can you make and stick to that will change your life forever? I challenge you to look at what you're doing in your life and think of what you dream to do.

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