The Underdog
An underdog is a person in a competition that is popularly expected to lose. The competitor expected to win is called the favorite or top dog. If the underdog wins the event it is known as an upset. I am personally most comfortable as the underdog as I never felt well equipped to run the mile compared to others at the starting line. My fellow competitors were always slight of frame, shorter, with narrow hips and shoulders. I on the other hand was said to have a hulking figure and shoulders like a linebacker. Neither of these is of much use in the mile run, so last night remaining true to the underdog way I began to race my 2000 Saab Family Wagon with a Lotus Esprit on the freeway. For those who don’t know cars a station wagon is big slow vehicle and a Lotus is a small fast expensive sports car.
Driving through traffic on a freeway is similar to racing on the track because it’s based on the perception of speed, spatial relations, lane changes, acceleration and braking. Every elite runner must be experienced in these tactics to not fall down and advance through the field in a race. I have had several underdog moments in my life, but a unique one related to running was against the expectation I would never running fast again. I had won the National Championships in the 1500 meter in 1995 and 1996 and in those years went on to a top 10 finish at Worlds and was a semi-finalist at the Atlanta Olympic Games respectively. On June 3, 1997 I went from top dog to underdog in a split second. I slipped mowing a neighbor’s lawn and cut off two of my toes. This was not a life threatening injury, but my running career as a sub four minute miler was thought to be dead.
With my shoe sponsor unsure whether to renew my contract, my underdog moment happened in early October 1997 during my comeback from the accident. I was running an 8 X 1,000 meter workout with the Eastern Michigan men’s cross country team and was bringing up the rear on all of them with my toe stubs bleeding. I was giving my all, but was burdened with the fear I may never run fast again. After the seventh interval I burst into a fit of rage and self loathing. I removed my shoes and threw them fifty yards in opposite directions. I knelt to the ground and began to scream obscenities and punch the earth. It was similar to a toddler’s temper tantrum, but in this case it was a meltdown of Olympic proportions and the incoherent sobs boiled down to I QUIT! My coach Bob Parks watched silently, scratching his head for the words to restore order and simply asked, “Are you done?”
I looked at him with bewilderment: Done running? Done with the workout? Done making an idiot out of myself? With the entire team watching in silence he asked again, “Are you done?” I said, “Yes.” He then said, “Somebody go get his shoes the rest period is almost over.” Like a child who has to clean up his room after he destroyed it, I began to tie my shoes and wipe away my tears. I said to myself, “Guess he wants me to finish the workout and then I’ll be done with running?” I got to the line just in time and ran that last interval. To my astonishment I ran unburdened with fear and completed the 1,000 meter loop ahead of the team. I turned to him with confusion and he asked me one more time, “Are you done?” I said, “No, I’ll see you tomorrow Coach.”
This is what I know about being an underdog and how fear is such a powerful force in the mind of all competitors. The person who runs his race unaffected by fear is someone who has reckoned with the fact he might lose, but refuses to think too much about the high probability of it. The experts will say a guy that weighs 180 lbs and has eight toes is not supposed to run the mile under four minutes, probably like the driver of the Lotus who ended up being out maneuvered by a family station wagon. To those few that dare to upset the expected outcome of a race I say, let go of the things you cannot control and seize the things you can. This is a simple statement born of experience and courage and is imprinted on the mind of every underdog. Ultimately this is what makes sport worth watching, fans are looking for the one who fearlessly unleashes his risky plan to win ignoring the fact he is likely to lose.
Nearly five months after being asked, “Are you done?” I answered loudly, not yet, by winning the 1998 Indoor National Championships in the mile run in a personal best time of 3:55.80 and was named Male Athlete of the Meet.
__Paul McMullen (RIP)