IF...
Close enough!
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, [aka mass swim starts]
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too; [conservative coaches say train a year first]
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, [hopefully <= 17 hours]
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, ["gentle rollers"]
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, [you're young/tiny, you recover faster/have a lower center of gravity/less surface area...]
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; [my favorite days are recovery days!]
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; [TP data OD]
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same; [=teachable moment]
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, ["fun adventures" can mean so many things...]
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: [pedicure calluses]
If you can make one heap of all your winnings [desk job]
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, [IMAZ]
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss; [: x]
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew [including you, IT Band]
To serve your turn long after they are gone, [or 140.6 miles, which ever comes first]
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ [...and a lot of Carbopro]
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, [6 bike lengths!]
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, [tri hards]
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, [even if they are in your age group]
If all men count with you, but none too much; [dongs are in different age groups]
If you can fill the unforgiving minute [...er 6 hours, 30 minutes?]
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, [23,400* seconds]
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son! [an Iron*man]
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