Most people think pressure shows up on game day. Bright lights, a scoreboard glowing, a crowd buzzing, maybe a coach watching closely. But if you really want to understand where pressure really starts, you have to look long before competition or performance ever arrives.

Pressure does not suddenly appear. It builds quietly. Small moments stack on top of each other until pressure feels normal. By the time performance shows up, pressure usually reveals what has already been created.

That is what makes it hard to notice.

Pressure often hides in plain sight. It does not always feel like nerves or panic. Sometimes it looks like over preparing. Other times it shows up as hesitation. In many cases, it sounds like caring too much or trying too hard.

When competition arrives, pressure has already been doing its work.

Language Is Often Where Pressure Really Starts

Language is usually the first place where pressure really starts.

Words like “important,” “must win,” “this matters,” or “don’t mess this up” sound harmless on their own. Coaches want focus. Parents want effort. Athletes want meaning. Repetition, however, gives those words weight.

Everything feels heavy when everything is important.

I have watched athletes play loose and creative in practice, then tight and cautious in matches. Skill did not disappear. Language shifted. Practice became learning. Competition became proving. That single change can turn curiosity into caution.

This is often where pressure really starts, not in the moment itself, but in the meaning attached to the moment long before it arrives.

Systems Quietly Teach Pressure

Systems add the next layer.

Busy schedules. Rankings checked daily. Tryouts framed as judgment days instead of information days. Feedback that shows up mainly after mistakes. None of these systems exist to hurt athletes. Most begin with good intentions.

Even good systems teach lessons.

A system that only highlights outcomes teaches athletes where their worth lives. A system that never pauses teaches that rest does not matter. A system without reflection teaches that mistakes are dangerous.

Systems matter because where pressure really starts often lives inside what gets repeated every day.

Research in sport and performance psychology shows that environments shape stress and motivation more than individual traits. That idea appears repeatedly in work shared by organizations like the American Psychological Association, where context matters as much as mindset.

Identity Turns Pressure Inward

Identity makes pressure heavier.

When athletes believe they are their position, their ranking, or their stats, pressure no longer needs an outside source. It moves inward. Every rep feels like a test of who they are. Every mistake feels personal. Every success feels fragile.

Pressure sticks when identity narrows.

I often ask athletes a simple question that stops them cold. Who are you when you are not performing?

Discomfort with that question usually signals that pressure has already taken root.

I have explored this idea many times on The MentalCast, especially in conversations about philosophy, burnout, and environment. Pressure follows philosophy. What you reward. What you repeat. What you ignore. What you never stop to question.

Routines Can Help or Hurt

Routine is the final layer, and it often gets overlooked.

Good routines create stability. Fragile routines create fear.

When routines turn into rigid rituals, pressure sneaks in. Athletes start believing performance depends on everything going right before they begin. Missing one step can throw off the entire day.

Strong routines support readiness. Flexible routines survive disruption.

Nothing Changed on Game Day

None of this feels dramatic while it happens. No single moment points to the problem. No obvious villain shows up. Pressure grows through accumulation. Language here. Systems there. Identity reinforced. Routine locked in.

Then competition arrives and people ask what changed.

Nothing changed.

Pressure was already there.

Shaping Pressure Earlier

So what do we do with this?

Start by slowing down enough to notice.

Listen to language, not just what gets said, but what gets repeated. Watch for phrases that turn moments into verdicts. Small changes carry more power than big speeches.

Next, audit the system.

Ask what your structure teaches when no one speaks. Look for reset points. Make effort and learning visible. Create room to breathe.

Then, widen identity.

Athletes perform better when they know they are more than performers. Coaches lead better when they remember they are more than results managers. Parents support better when they see the whole human, not just the jersey.

Finally, build resilient routines.

Effective routines prepare without demanding perfection. They support readiness instead of control.

Pressure will always exist. That is not the problem. The real work comes from understanding where pressure really starts and how much of it gets created long before performance ever begins.

When we understand where pressure really starts, we stop fixing athletes at the last second and start shaping environments earlier.

That is where real performance lives.

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I don’t usually post much of my doctoral work. Most of it stays tucked away in papers, discussion threads, or quiet reflections between deadlines. But now and then, something comes along that hits a little deeper.  This is the story of the “road back to me”.

This was one of those moments.

The Assignment

The assignment asked us to reflect on our personal growth through the lens of a developmental theory—specifically, how we’ve changed from our early college days to now. It was academic in nature, sure, but as I started writing, I realized it was also personal—really personal—and maybe too good not to explore out in the open.

So this post is a little longer than usual. It’s not polished like a motivational quote or snappy like a podcast teaser. It’s real. It’s vulnerable. It’s a story about quitting and coming back, doubt and belief, growth and all the messiness that comes with it.

And maybe—just maybe—it’ll resonate with someone else out there who’s trying to figure out if it’s too late, if it’s worth starting over, or if anyone else has ever felt the same way.

Because I have, and here’s what I’ve learned.

The Beginning

Before we start the road back, we have to start at the beginning.  I started college in 1992, fresh out of high school and full of potential. I had no clue what I was doing. I was good with communication. I loved big ideas, critical thinking, and theory. But math and science? Not my thing. And I didn’t have anyone looking over my shoulder, making sure I was keeping up. Community college was looser than a traditional four-year school. Fewer systems. Less pressure. More freedom to mess up…and I did.

When things got hard, I didn’t lean in. I disappeared. Skipped class. Dropped out. I didn’t know how to sit with frustration or push through it. My response to discomfort was avoidance. I wore independence like a badge. No one else was paying for my classes. If I failed, it was on me. I didn’t want help. I didn’t trust it. That may sound bold or confident, but looking back, it was isolation. I wasn’t growing. I was just getting by.

Relationships?

I had a few close relationships—my family, a few best friends, and a girlfriend—but every other connection outside of those was surface level. I was friendly with everyone, but rarely vulnerable with anyone. I connected easily, but not deeply. I could blend in with any group. I was in band, played volleyball, liked both country and rock music. I was everyone’s friend, but no one’s “person.” That kind of flexibility is useful, but it’s lonely when you’re trying to figure out who you are.

My reason for going to college wasn’t rooted in learning or professional direction. It was personal. I wanted to be the first in my family to graduate. My older sister had gone to college but didn’t finish, and for me, finishing became the goal. Not to explore a passion or build a career. Just to finish. Just to prove I could.

The Turning Point

In 2010, almost two decades after walking away, I went back to finish what I started.  Mainly because we just had my daughters and I wanted more for them to see. I returned to community college and earned my Associate’s degree. That milestone was more than just a credential—it was a reset. I proved to myself that I could finish. In 2013, I earned my undergraduate degree. I did it because I wanted to be eligible to coach volleyball at the college level. This time, the purpose wasn’t just about proving something. It was about unlocking an opportunity that mattered to me. That goal—to coach, to teach, to lead—gave me a reason to show up, to follow through, to keep going.

That momentum carried me directly into graduate school. I started right away and earned my Master’s in Sport Psychology in 2015. It felt like everything was starting to click. A few years later, I went back again, this time for a second Master’s in Learning Technologies and Media Systems, which I completed in 2021. And in 2024, I began pursuing my Doctorate in Health Sciences, which I’m currently still working on. It’s been a long road, but each step has been intentional and layered with experience.

The Return

When I returned for graduate studies the first time, everything had changed. I was married, a dad, coaching, working, and living a whole different life. I still had fear of failure. Still struggled with imposter syndrome. But now, I started things even when I was scared. I built routines. I meditated twice a day. I walked away when my brain got cloudy and came back clearer. I stopped pretending I didn’t need help. I asked questions. I listened to people smarter than me. I learned to collaborate. COVID pulled me back into old habits of doing it all alone, but I’ve been working to undo that, bit by bit.

A Note About Relationships

My relationships became smaller, but deeper. My wife. My kids. My team. That’s my tribe. I still worry about building new deep connections. I worry that time will be wasted. That life will move on, and those relationships won’t last. But I’m learning that even short-lived connections can have lasting meaning. I still sit in the middle—politically, socially, personally. But now I’m okay with that. I don’t need a label to feel rooted. My identity is built on the people around me and the work I do. I’ve stopped trying to fit in and started trying to show up.

And my purpose? It used to be about pride. I wanted to be “Dr. Mickle.” That title meant something. But now, it’s about impact. I want to be good—really good—at what I do. I want to help people. I want to leave the field better than I found it. The vanity’s still there sometimes, but I try to keep it in check.

The Road Ahead.  The Road Back to Me.

I’ve come a long way. And I’ve still got a long way to go.

This journey has been anything but smooth. I’ve quit. More than once. I’ve sat in silence, overwhelmed and ashamed, wondering if I had what it takes. I’ve stared at the ceiling at two in the morning convinced I was behind, not good enough, not cut out for it. I’ve felt like a failure—too old, too late, too far off the path.

But I came back. Again and again.

I’ve restarted when it would’ve been easier to stay down. I’ve rebuilt after falling apart. And I’ve kept showing up, even on the days I didn’t believe in myself. That’s what this journey has really been about. Not perfection. Not titles. Not finishing in some picture-perfect way.

It’s been about finding a way to keep going.

And I haven’t done that alone. I’ve had the incredible support of my wife, my kids, my parents, and my family—who have believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. And I’ve been pushed, challenged, and lifted by amazing friends like Donnie, Pete, Brian, BJ, Jen, and Brett, whose belief in me never wavered, even when mine did.

The Take Home Message for the Road Back to Me

So if you’re out there feeling stuck, behind, or like it’s too late to become the version of yourself you want to be—hear this: it’s not too late. You’re not too far gone. And you don’t have to get it all right the first time.

Just take the next step. Even if you have to take it scared.

That’s what I did. And that’s what I’ll keep doing.  The road back to me never ends.

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