Let's just say I wasn't blessed with larger motor skills, hand-eye coordination, or any amount of "team spirit." But that hasn't stopped me from trying over eleven sports (including fencing*) and subsequently losing interest. Lately I've noticed that through this string of quitting ran something I never got tired of-- a love for accumulating gear, if not a love for using it. That's where my climbing harness and shoes, ski goggles, field hockey bag, tap shoes, etc. have all come from.
It bugged me I couldn't find a sport that would stick**.
That was before I realized that I was made for emergency preparedness, and it was made for me. Buying gear you never intend to use? Planning for events that have a remote likelihood of occurrence? Done and done. I've found my new "sport." If you need me, I'll be buying one of these for my bug out bag.
*I'm referring to my brief stint at the Virginia Academy of Fencing during my "awkward phase." I'd rather not talk about it.
**Running may have "stuck"-- I fully intend to start again once Caleb can ride in the jogging stroller. I'll keep you posted.
I'm right there with you, dude. I don't think I'm at eleven yet, though... maybe six (fencing being one - man, that adult class was terrifying! ;D) Good luck with the running! Let me know if you ever want to run one of the Disney races! ;D
ReplyDeleteI bet Disney does an awesome race! I would love to do one with you at some point-- it looks like you just did a half-marathon! That is awesome!
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