The Mindful Athlete Novels & Stories

— Sit up straight, he says, without raising his voice. I straighten my back, dreading and welcoming what comes next. My fingers have become strangely sensitive; the skin of my palms awakens to the slightest touch of fabric against my thighs. My thoughts loop endlessly; I must not rush, I must wait for the signal, I must remain present, and it is this discipline that makes me sharper, more alive.

JOSH POV I keep thinking about everything that’s happened in the last three days as I spar with Holly. Physical exertions have always helped my brain function at it’s peak. I work out my troubles and problems while exercising or when I’m practicing with the team. While I am actively thinking about my workout or practice, the problem or situation that’s resolving is spinning in the back of my mind, like a radio station in the background. For me, it’s not distracting. Having a problem to work through actually helps me concentrate more on the physical activity and vice versa. It’s the ultimate Catch-22, but in a positive way.

He had not shifted from the position he had taken at the beginning — standing at my left side, within reach, within sight, a fixed point in a room that was doing things that required fixed points. "Focus on your breathing." I was focusing on my breathing. I had been focusing on my breathing with the deliberate, trained attention that Mara had developed in me over months of practice, and it had been working, and it was still working in the technical sense, and the technical sense was becoming insufficient. "Push when you need to."

She emphasized that the mind had immense power to influence our actions and outcomes, and harnessing that power was a key aspect of martial arts. We then delved into the practice of mindfulness, which involved bringing awareness to the present moment and fully engaging with our surroundings. Elara encouraged me to explore the sensations in my body, the sounds in the environment, and the thoughts passing through my mind. By anchoring myself in the present, I could cultivate a sharper awareness of my surroundings and react more effectively to any situation.

It was here, amidst the echoing sound of clashing blades and the rhythmic thud of punches, that I found respite from the complexities of the court. With each movement, each exertion of my body, I sought to purge myself of the lingering frustrations and doubts that had accumulated throughout the day. The rhythmic repetition of drills became a meditation, a means to channel my energy and find renewed focus. The training ground became a metaphorical battlefield, a space where I could confront my own internal struggles and emerge stronger.

But I didn’t have time to mope. The alarm on my phone chimed, reminding me that I had less than thirty minutes to get ready for my shift at the athletic complex. Even though it was summer break, plenty of athletes used the time for conditioning. The complex buzzed with energy year-round, and I was grateful for the hours. I needed the money, and keeping busy kept my mind from spiraling into Hayden-shaped thoughts. I pulled my hair into a messy bun, threw on the staff polo and black shorts, and jogged across campus under the blazing sun.

“He said he would.” I waited. I made a decision before I could overthink it. “I’ve been considering alternative grounding approaches,” I said, keeping my tone light. “Somatic regulation. Structured movement paired with cognitive reflection. It’s been shown to help with… impulse management.” The coach’s frown deepened, like he was squinting at a puzzle piece. “Sports, you mean?” Rayven nudged me softly. “Don’t they already do enough of that here?” “Not sparring,” I clarified. “Not a direct confrontation. More like…controlled exertion. Focused routines. It can help re-train the body’s response before it gets out of hand.”

Ten forty-five. He’d already missed his morning conditioning session. Next on his schedule was Sports Psychology 101, a mandatory elective for athletes who wanted to graduate on time. Professor Meyers—sixties, ex-coach, no patience for excuses—would already be halfway through his lecture on mental focus and composure under pressure. Perfect. Ryder shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking, head down against the wind, trying not to think about anything except getting to class before anyone asked why he looked like he’d just survived a car crash.

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“Sometimes. When I catch it early. When I don’t — when it’s already going — it’s like trying to stop a train by standing on the tracks.” I nodded. “That makes sense. The breathing technique works on the parasympathetic nervous system, but if the sympathetic response is already fully activated, you need something that interrupts the signal first. The breathing is maintenance, not intervention.” He stared at the side of my face. “Where are you getting this?” “Tab two. Dr. Mara Kendrick, clinical anxiety specialist, 2024 paper on acute panic response in high-performance athletes.” “You found that in thirty seconds?” “I’m a fast reader and a better searcher. Don’t interrupt.”