I was recently talking with a friend about the ultimate effort he ever gave on a bike. He’d pushed so hard his vision narrowed and stars popped in and out of the periphery. Coasting to a finish, he planted his feet. Unsteady, he puked.
That was my ultimate effort, and until I made that effort I never knew just how much I more I had to give… how much I could resist my body’s wanting to quit was an unknown up to that point.
You can be mediocre and not even know it, I was.
You probably are too.