I’ve written about French tennis player Marion Bartoli before, so why would I choose to write about her in another article? Well, I have good reason…
July 2013, and Bartoli has won Wimbledon. The ultimate tournament for tennis players, and something that most people in tennis would assume to be out of reach for a player like Bartoli.
When I say ‘a player like Bartoli’ it deserves an explanation. In my previous article, I wrote about her eccentricities, that she played own way, taught by her father. She learnt on a court which was so small she was forced to develop a short backswing, which in turn led her to develop a low, flat, punchy shot on both sides.
Then there’s her serve…
A most peculiar action, which she would change almost every year. It’s still a problem for her, with too many double faults in her game. Not a Wimbledon champion in the making there then – except she’s just won Wimbledon!
Also, when I say most people in tennis assumed Wimbledon would be out of her reach as an achievable goal, there always was one person who believed it – she did!
It would be fair to say she got some breaks in the way the tournament played out around her. On the way to the final, she didn’t have to play anyone ranked in the top 10. In the semi final, her opponent imploded at the occasion, and in the final her opponent imploded at the occasion!
Does that take away from Marion’s achievement? No, no it doesn’t.
Her name is on the trophy. Her name goes onto the list of winners.
She didn’t just turn up on the day and win. She’s been playing since she was a little girl, training before and after school, with her father giving up his job to support and coach her.
She’s overcome not the most athletic physique, and as come back from being blown away herself in the 2007 final.
In fact, after her win, she said that when she walked on court with Sabine Lisicki, she could she fear and nerves in Lisicki’s eyes, which she recognised from herself in ‘07. She said she knew then she would win.
Lisicki’s game fell apart under the nerves, and while she was fighting not to break into tears, Marion steamrolled on towards the title.
What’s not to like about this story? Ok, you may not like sport, but my point is less about sport, and more about the person – hard work over years and years (and years!), doing it your own way against established models, coming back from adversity, dogged determonation, and riding opportunity when it came to reach the highest peak.
Now *that’s* what I call a goal achievement model to enjoy! Your goal may or may not be to win Wimbledon, but whatever it is (do let me know what it is, by the way!), take a look at Marion’s story, take a look at her smile as she holds the trophy, and ask if you can approach your goal achievement in French…Allez Marion!
Ok, do let me know what you think!
‘Til Next Time,
Health & happiness,
P.S. Here’s that other article I wrote about her – I May Be In Love With Marion Bartoli!