Some Thoughts on Mental Toughness

In recent years I’ve noticed that mental toughness has become a popular meme on social media.  The topic reflects people’s aspirations for meaningful achievement.  It draws energy, too, from concerns about our increasingly sedentary lifestyle.  These concerns are not new.  In his 1963 Sports Illustrated article, “The Soft American,” President John F. Kennedy reminded us of the link between physical fitness and moral courage.  Warned of the deterioration in strength and health already apparent at that time (this was twenty years before the obesity epidemic took off, leaving us today with 74% of Americans overweight or obese).  In 2016 Angela Duckworth argued in her bestseller, Grit, that our society needs more passion and perseverance.  In 2018 ultra-athlete and former SEAL David Goggins published his memoirs, Can’t Hurt Me, rallying followers with his trademark exhortation — “stay hard.”  Three years later, in the aptly-titled The Comfort Crisis, Michael Easter advocated for embracing pain as the key to happiness.  Steve Magness’s new book, Win the Inside Game, which follows on the heels of his 2022 bestseller, Do Hard Things, offers specific mental strategies for toughness, drawn from his experience as an Olympic coach and performance scientist, which contrast with the traditional narrative of machismo.

My new book, Chasing the Grid, should serve as a useful case study for many of these themes.  The story follows my adventures in the Catskill Mountains while working on a big peak-bagging project (it comprised over 400 separate ascents).  In addition to the mileage and elevation gain, I had to overcome the challenges of terrain, weather, fatigue, injury, and age.  The narrative showcases mental techniques that helped me execute against my goals.  It also shares my mistakes and frustrations. Continue reading “Some Thoughts on Mental Toughness”

Some Thoughts on Mental Toughness

22 Times Up Peekamoose

Afterwards, sitting by the fire, sipping Darjeeling tea, listening to a violin sonata, there was a feeling of completion. And a moment of contemplation. Beforehand, though, I wasn’t sure I had the energy. Maybe yesterday took something out of me. I hiked up the mountain behind the house, with 40 pounds on my back, in the middle of a snow storm. (How the tall slender maples whipped back and forth as the wind rolled through!) Maybe it was the thought of snowshoes, which following the storm would certainly be called for. I’m not a fan of the extra clumsy weight and hadn’t touched them in a year. Maybe life is variable, and our energy levels fluctuate for reasons that aren’t apparent. Or maybe this is how it feels as you get older.

In any case, it wasn’t until I was back home and going through the spreadsheet that I realized how many times I’d climbed Peekamoose Mountain in the Catskills, and its Neighbor Table Mountain….

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22 Times Up Peekamoose