Bronze medal: (n) a medal made of bronze, customarily awarded for third place in a race or competition
It is easy to be cynical if you’ve never done anything. You can make an assumption that you would be great.
Look at it logically:
- You decide to go to the Olympics.
- You get funding.
- You get up every morning at 5:30 and do your workout.
- You win at some local competitions.
- You decide you’re ready to go international.
- You bolster your confidence.
- You keep a positive attitude.
The day of the race arrives in the foreign land and you’re suddenly standing side by side with some of the greatest athletes in the world. They do not resemble your local competitors.
They are strong, sleek and more confident than you could even have imagined possible.
More importantly, they’re relaxed.
You’ve just realized you’re out of your league.
Further complicating your situation is that your nerves are scrunching your bowels and nausea has landed in the pit of your stomach. You throw up, depleting your fluids.
It’s time to race.
You are not going to win.
You try to remember how to be positive, but it’s been scared away.
They sound the gun and you’re off.
At this point, you have given up on gold, mocking the concept of silver, and you’re wondering if you can beat the scrawny fellow to your left, to get bronze.
You are suddenly struggling for the worst medal.
And then, on top of all that, your legs fail you and you come in fourth.
So your story from the Olympics is that you almost got a bronze medal.
The power of the bronze medal is that it complements your ability if you’ve already won gold. In other words, “Bobby won two gold medals, a silver and two bronze.”
Then you have those people who will tell you that second place is just the first loser.
So I guess that means that third place–the bronze medal–is the punchline for the first loser.