Your sport is NOT your identity

In Athletes Anonymous by Trey Athletes1 Comment

Gymnastics was my life. For as long as I can remember, it was my passion, my joy, my motivation, my purpose.  It was the thing that made me special.  It was empirical evidence that not only was I enough – I was the best.  Like most highly competitive athletes in all season sports, it was my only sport.  I spent 40+ hours per week in the gym. I never felt robbed of a childhood.  Gymnastics gave me more than it took: discipline, perseverance, physical and mental toughness.  It was my sanctuary – a place where discipline and routine rescued me from the fear and confusion of an abusive home.  A clearly defined ten point scale allowed me to measure my worth with each routine.  The tough love and discipline of my coaches parented me in a way my own parents never did.  My teammates gave me a family.  

I never even entertained what would happen if, much less when I lost it all.  It wasn’t even on my radar, until in a split second, an improperly set spring board sent my body, guided by muscle memory, sailing over the vault.  My arms extended straight above my head, prepared to block off the horse, reached but found no contact.  By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late.  My face smashed into the mat, my feet flying over my head, fracturing two vertebra.  I don’t remember anything after that.  I woke up in a hospital bed with my coach’s teary eyes looking down on me.  I had never seen him cry.  I knew in that moment, it was over.

I approached my physical recovery and therapy with the same tenacity and discipline that I approached learning a new skill or training for a big meet. I wish I could say I did the same for the emotional grieving and healing process.  Unfortunately, I told everyone I was fine.  I hid behind a perfect smile. I buried my disappointment, shock, fear and loss as far down as I could.  I never asked for help – it didn’t even occur to me that I could do that. After many months of painful PT, I was physically cleared for activity. I picked up other sports but I didn’t know how to be mediocre, or dare I say, bad at them.  I tried out for the high school soccer team, a sport I hadn’t played since third grade and was devastated when I was placed on the C-team.  I interpreted this offense to be evidence that I was inadequate and I would never be enough.  The complex around inadequacy was nothing new, but unlike before, I was defining my self-worth by my performance in sports that I had very little experience with.  That’s a losing strategy.  

Now, sixteen years later, it all seems so dramatic.  If I could go back and parent myself, I would tell that hurt and scared version of me so many things that seem so obvious now but at the time, I couldn’t even conceive of them:

  1. Gymnastics is what you do (did).  It is not who you are.  
  2. It is okay to fail.  It is okay to not be the best at something.  This is what growth is.  If you spend the rest of your life avoiding things you are bad at, you have literally already stopped growing  and developing as a person
  3. Diversity of hobbies and interests is important.  You are a child.  Take time to try different things.  Some you will love and some you will hate.  Some will come easily and some will knock you to the floor.  Both are okay.  
  4. Learn to talk about your feelings.  This is not a weakness.  This is how you heal.  Holding everything in does not make you strong.  It destroys you.
  5. Ask for help.  In retrospect, I should have seen a sports psychologist from day one.
  6. The opportunity to re-define oneself is a gift that many people are too afraid to take.  Don’t be one of those people.  Don’t let the fear paralyze you.

I wish I had heard those things but I didn’t.  I slapped an artificial smile on my broken body and spirit and attempted to move forward as if nothing had happened.  Two years later I felt like I was drowning.  I felt worthless.  I felt like a failure.  I felt without purpose.   I was afraid nothing would ever be my “new” gymnastics.  

Unfortunately, I found something that I could throw myself into, something with rules/structure, routine, repetition, rigidity and a real time scale against which to measure my performance.  An eating disorder.  I developed a raging case of anorexia that nearly killed me (multiple times), stole years from my life, crushed the people who loved me most, and destroyed (or at least masked), so many of the admirable qualities developed over 10+ years as a gymnast.

I wish I had one sage piece of advice to prevent others from repeating my mistakes. Unfortunately, it is more complex than that, but I hope my tragic story can somehow provide some perspective that I lacked at the time.  Love your sport and dedicate yourself fully to it, but do not let it by the sole criteria that defines you.  Unfortunately, athletic careers of all stages of professionalism end at some point. I wish I had started to prepare myself for it by defining myself by my character, how I treated people, my intelligence (not just the grades I got), my curiosity to learn new things.  Figure out what your values are because, those are  things that define you.  Write them down.  Figure out how to engage with them now, while you are still an athlete, to make the transition more gentle and less terrifying. Should your career meet the same abrupt ending that mine did, embrace the opportunity to redefine yourself as a well-rounded, balanced individual, strengthened by the character, perseverance and grace you developed as an athlete. And most of all? Never be afraid or too proud to ask for help.


  1. I am right now in this transitional period of figuring out my identity outside of sport. Right after I graduated I wanted to move on from athletics and begin a “career” (whatever that really means) so I started working full-time, this was just a distraction from all the thoughts and feelings I didn’t want to face. I was drowning in confusion, anger, and sadness. I would randomly break down and cry for what felt like for no reason. Everyone else seemed to be just fine while I myself was not there in the present, days went by in a blur. I had not purposeful intentions it felt like someone else was in control of my body. I couldn’t remember small tasks nor did I want to do anything. So after a year of working I couldn’t take it anymore and I decided to play soccer again … Here I am feeling just fine playing for the summer… I am honestly scared for what it will be like once again to step away from playing in July. Part of me wants to just trust the process that it will get easier and eventually I won’t thrive for that high I get from training, playing, and being a part of a team. Thank you for sharing this post, I know so many of my past teammates who are struggling each and everyday. There has to be a solution to this ever growing issue with athletes.

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