AParent,
OK maybe this one will scare you a little more, but think you will understand. I think these type things have happened to others, but not really sure.
When my kids were young, a friend of mine had his kids over to our house. I was in the kitchen which led to the back door with a door that was shut inbetween. The back door opened outward, the inside door opened inward.
Our neigbors had a very big dog that was normally caged up. We heard a scream come from the back yard. The big dog was loose and was on top of my friend’s crying young boy, growling and looking like he was going to eat him.
My wife screamed and I went running to get out the door. I got out there, grabbed the boy and got him back in the house.
Now my wife is saying "look what you did"? I looked and saw the inside door which was now laying cockeyed against the wall. It seems in the urgency of everything I had ripped the door right off the hinges on the way out. It was unbelievable and I couldn't do that again in a million years. I just wasn't capable of doing that and don't think anyone else would be either.
Don't know how it happened, only remember that the door got out of my way in a hurry. I could only speculate... This was not just a strength thing it was also a speed thing. All three hinges snapped off and needed to be replaced. For that one split second I might have reached “full potential”.
I later thought, if only there was a way to harness whatever this was. Some say these things are caused by adrenelin. I say they are unexplainable. Surely others have had similiar experiences. We know so little about what we are truly capable of.
The goal of winning a game or being successful at baseball and other things, has a completely different level of importance. Maybe it's just not quite "important" enough to reach your real potential without a certain amount of urgency or fear.
Also remember this as a little boy. I was scared of the thing they called the Boogy Man. I was also scared of the dark, but we would always play until after it got dark. There were these big bushes I had to pass on my way home. My imagination always got the best of me and thought the Boogie Man was hiding in the bushes. Being afraid of the dark I would run as fast as possible on the way home. I distinctly remember going into another gear when nearing the bushes. It was like moving twice as fast as my fastest speed. Know it's stupid, but I still remember it as though it was yesterday. Often thought about it and wondered how to duplicate it (the burst of speed).
Then later I used this same kind of mental approach when working with runners and it works to a certain extent. Especially with those who have the best imagination.
Very Strange, huh?