I'm not a sports fan. Sometimes I feel bad for my hubby and try to watch a little football with him and understand it, because he is SO into it! He's in a fantasy league, and has a computer FB game he plays alot. He grew up with 4 brothers in Wisconsin during the Packers' glory days, and since we moved to Colorado 30 years ago, has been a huge Broncos fan. His brothers call him a traitor ;) and they are not kidding. Those Packers fans are something else - I hear you, Robin!
At my core, I've never gotten competition....I always think: half the people win and are happy, half lose and are sad; and since I don't know any of them, why would I care which way it goes? Plus, I cringe when anyone gets hurt - I almost feel their pain (a real wet blanket, I know! I try to keep these thoughts to myself, especially during the game. They don't go over real well.)
I was plenty active as a kid, loved hitting and bouncing balls, running and biking and swimming and dancing and pretty much anything involving movement. But in grade school, I could easily start kicking the soccer ball the wrong way (oh well!) I was a fairly fast runner on the track team in high school, and once at a big meet I was way ahead in a sprint, about
to win, but stopped too soon - I'll never forget the look on my coach's face as she was screaming at me (well sorrrry, it LOOKED like the finish line!
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My dad, who did Masters Track into his 80's, was a national decathalon champ in his 60's, and a true expert on everything baseball, would just grin and tell me I "lacked that killer instinct." Yes - that, and focus. (Oh dear....even then?....hmm!)
Like you, Austen, I generally prefer to exercise alone. I can concentrate better on doing it right without the distraction of other people.
One of our daughters is a jock through and through - she pushed her way into her boyfriend's fantasy league when they wouldn't allow women. My dad had been both a coach and a professor, and he loved coaching her (unofficially) in track when she was a kid, and then a teenager, because she was such a satisfactory protege....soaked it all up. She got to go to Hershey, PA for a national meet when she was 10. Of course, I always enjoyed watching her, because she was my kid. But once at a state meet, I stood right next to the track and watched her race (which she won) without ever seeing her. Stared at the runners all the way down, and could not locate my own daughter. It mystifies me to this day. I blame Fibro. Somehow....
Debbie