(Thank you all for the powerful and insightful comments in Part I. It definitely left an impression on me as I'm sure for most of my loyal blog readers as well. In fact, I would argue it is required reading for all who care for little girls. It's never too early to leave a life-saving impression!)
Although many of my colleague are quick to condemn Brenda for lying to them about her mysterious ailments and chronic medical conditions that seemed to defy a physiologic explanation, I for one, cannot bring myself to cast a similar stone. Maybe it's because I can see more clearly the good despite the bad afterhaving spent more time with her in the recent past than all the others. Or perhaps, more importantly, I have come to realize that my life as a sponsored athlete (at least for the first week) isn't in actuality all that different from hers. In my case, I am asked to excel both in my professional life and in my athletic pursuits. Because of my status as a sponsored athlete, I feel an obligation both internally and externally to do the absolute best that I can in my target races despite the fact that I know I am neither capable of winning a race or an age group award. So I ask you, as I ask myself multiple times in the past week, isn't that a form of self-delusion? To act the role and play the part despite all evidence to the contrary, isn't that the motto of an impostor?
Before you answer that and further incriminate yourself, I would submit that as runners, we are all impostors on some inherent and subconscious level. For what do we do in the hours, minutes, and seconds right before a goal race but visualize in our minds our victories at the line. We make plans, write down goals and conduct ourselves as if we know we'll ultimately achieve our goal. Whether we get there or fail miserably on race day isn't really the point. The point is whether we prepared adequately, trained hard, and fueled properly to delude ourselves into thinking we have a chance, because as everyone knows, winning the battle of the mind is 90% of the war. To some you might be an impostor. To others you are just one of us, a real world runner.
So I ask again, who's really the impostor here?