You won’t often find me on a golf course.
That’s because I absolutely suck at golf.
My story is that I suck at golf because I don’t like it.
The truth is I don’t like golf because I suck at it.
So, what’s the point of me telling you this? Well, I had an epiphany this morning at 8:00 a.m. I had been up since 5:40 and had already had a crushing work out with my amazing personal trainer/coach. There aren’t many people awake to email, tweet or facebook with at that time of the day, so I was subject to my own company and my own thoughts.
I had some really profound thoughts. I wish I could remember them. I can’t though, because the big one was this:
IF I’M NOT GOING TO WIN, I WON’T PLAY.
Big deal, right?
Wrong.
This is one of the themes of my life. A big one.
Here’s how it played out this morning:
We were running a circuit of push-ups, sprints and leg circles in succession. In each effort, I was was to beat my last time. This gets increasingly difficult to do after each circuit.
My first time was 1:20. My second was 1:18. By the time I got to the third attempt, I had already decided I wasn’t going to get any faster, so on my way back from my sprint I kind of gave up. Now, I didn’t stop, but I slowed down and finished….at a slower time.
So, in not beating my time I actually “won.” Because I was right about not being able to beat my own time.
That is a ridiculous way to work out. I should want to beat my last time, every time.
In typical fashion, I analyzed my workout most of the way home. Until WHAM-O! It hit me.
This is how I live my life.
Have I always been this way? I honestly can’t recall. I do remember track and field in grade 8. I went to City’s for 100m sprint AND 1500m. I had already set new records for my school at our own track meet. The next year? Major anxiety about not being able to beat my last time. Interestingly enough, I managed to get a tailbone injury just days before our track meet and couldn’t compete. I didn’t LOSE though. (I’m shaking my head at myself right now and not giving myself a high five).
If I look at these examples and how my personal life, I have a few situations where I just want to pick up my ball and go home.
The most nagging one is a relationship that is making me absolutely crazy. I don’t like the rules of the game my friend is playing and I realize my values don’t mesh with theirs.
For me to win at this game, I would have to do things that I don’t want to do: Compete for attention, spend time with people I don’t want to, say things I don’t want to say and do things I don’t want to do. Basically, PRETEND.
Instead of changing the rules and the players, I just want to remove myself from the situation entirely. What this really means though, is leaving the rest of the team on the bench and leaving the gym.
In leaving the rest of my team on the bench, I miss out on their camaraderie, support, trust and that sense of belonging. I’m left with just me. It’s hard to win at a team sport with just one player.
I don’t have the answer, but I’m working on it.
Maybe I just have to play for a different team and see my former teammates from time to time, when we meet up for a game.
Maybe I just have to sub-in for the team once in awhile.
I honestly don’t know what my game plan should be.
I DO know that I am sick of quitting just because I hate the game or 1 player.
Maybe I just need an intermission.







