watching the olympics on t.v. is so much fun...seeing the olympic hopefuls from around the world waving their flags is very moving....they are the best of the best of their countries. wow!
more than wow actually. i never did anything that competitive.....well not many people have done anything that competitive! but, i never really had one thing that i loved so much....or...that i excelled at ....and....did competitively. i guess i wasn't that competetive. most of my life, i've just done things that i loved.....but for fun. it never occurred to me to even want to be a better skater that would compete.
i just circled and circled around the same rink for years.
i rode my bike around the neighborhood and around the town....and to friends' houses.
i skipped. i jumped. i hopped. i ran...just to run. i played.
i swam.....again, just having fun and swimming for hours and hours at a time.
i walked for miles and loved it always....especially if i was with a friend...and talking.
i went horseback riding around and around the ring.
i love skiing...just going up on the lift and skiing down, going up and skiing down....hopefully in one piece.
i tried things. i just never even thought of doing anything competitive. i entered art contests, i even won some....and i was happy to enter the contest. i entered radio contests and won a couple of those. i entered a cake bake off in girls scouts....the scout leaders' daughter won first place....2nd place went to the other scout leaders' daughter. i played baseball with the big kids when i was little....i just wanted to hit the ball and get to first base....and then i was happy. i loved spelling bees and always won...now they have spell check. nobody even cares that i can spell. i played volleyball on the beach...with lots of friends.... that was fun competition with friends...intense for us...not for the mens' and womens' volleyball team. in college, i ran for class president...against one of my best friends....and she won. i was sorry not to win...... but i was happy for her.
i did lots of things. lots and lots of things....not in competition....hmmmm? does that say anything about my personality? maybe. does that mean that i wasn't encouraged to be SOMETHING? does that mean that i just didn't try? i'm not sure.
i'm not sure. i didn't listen to my mom when she kept suggesting i take tennis....i loved the tennis skirts and tretorns...but i wanted to get to the pool. pretty much, in the summer, if there's water...i want to be in it. i certainly need to live by the water. it's a big part of my life and it's a great big part of my life with biff and our family. i really need water in my life. i walk our dogs at the beach all winter long.
water just makes me happy. i never thought of doing anything in the water but swim and play and dive and jump. hmmm.....i was happy like that? i always wanted to sail. i did it with friends when i was really young....i still remember that unbelievable moment...that ahhhhh! feeling....that rush.....having the wind in my face and pulling lines trying to help. i loved the wind and the water and the boat and the fun.
years later, i was on a sailboat with my friend, patti....and her husband, david....we were out sailing on the long island sound. it was that same feeling. i still remember the wind changing at about 3 pm....that day,david said the wind always changes around 3.....now that i can sail, i think of david every time we're checking the wind mid afternoon. i was also out on the boat with david when patti suggested i race with him....and 2 others...he needed crew. patti was getting her hair cut...or so she said.
that day, i went out on the 23' sailboat with 3 guys....david was the skipper. here i was...with my friend's relatively new husband...we're in a race....i had never been in a race...i just loved to be on a sailboat and would do anything asked of me....just to be a part of it.
i thought..."what a nice guy, that david....my friend married a great guy." so, i'm out on this boat...i'm loving life...i'm thinking .."wow! this is where i'm meant to be. i love life!" just then, david, the nice guy turned into captain hook...the race had begun...david had begun "pull the line...uncleat that...cleat that...move over...**&^...watch out...@&@#... WATCH OUT FOR THE BOOM!" *@&%....o.k. here we go....
to this day, i don't know if we won, came in 2nd or if we placed...it was unbelievable....just unbelievable.
we all got off the boat. patti was there to greet us. we all shared stories. unbelievable. patti wanted to know how i liked it..."how was david?" ...i said,"wow! he turned into ahab out there! that was intense! he was cursing like a sailor! wow! and now he's back to david." patti said, "i know...that's why i didn't go." "HAH!" i said.
you'd think i'd never want to sail again. wow...all of that yelling, being yelled at and pushing and wind and water... and pulling lines...I LOVED IT! and i couldn't wait to do it again. by the way, i have another friend with an endearing name for her husband when he's racing...."boatman"....he takes on a new personality when he races....we all check in with him to see if he's having a "boatman" day.
oh, i also ran in some 10ks for a time...i loved running...it made me feel great...i loved being in such great shape. i loved the runners high. a friend and i saw a sign for a road race in bridgehampton, on long island...i said,"how long is a 10k?" my friend answered,"oh,probably about what you run...you know...about 3 or 4 miles." great. i was signing up.
off i went to the race early one summer morning. i got to the race...ready to run...all set...go! half way through the potato fields and by the ocean road...i was feeling kinda tired....i asked a man next to me how much longer...it didn't make sense. it didn't add up. i asked how long 10k was....it was 6.2 miles! i finished. i was proud. i ran in all kinds of races after that.
i trained for the new york marathon after we had grace and t.j. i was determined. i trained for months....we were new in town so biff would make maps for me ...i would carry frozen water with me...it would melt as i ran. it kept me cool on very hot summer days. i loved it. i got up to 14.9 miles. i loved it.
then, something happened...i panicked....i didn't think i could do it....i didn't know anyone else running. i would be alone...what if? what if...." yup. i didn't run in the marathon. i'll never know. i went to bed at night, saying to biff..."i can't believe i didn't do it...why didn't i do it?" i was making myself crazy....and then, biff said, "you ran 14.9 miles when you trained....when in your life have you ever run that far?" he put it into perspective. i was 40 years old....i had run 14.9 miles. i was proud. i let it go. i was just proud that i tried...i don't even know if it matters now. i guess it would be great to say i did it....now, i look back and say...."i did 14.9 miles." and i'm happy. with a husband and two small kiddies, that was an accomplishment in itself to even get the time to train."
and i still ride may bike with biff for miles and miles. i run sometimes. i hike. i walk the dogs at the beach...on the road....i move. i still swim...i love swimming...i love the rythym that takes over. i just do lotsa stuff.
i guess it's o.k. i'm not even a competitive mom. some moms used to brag about their babies' naps, molars and toys. i don't go there. i love my kids. i just don't go there. i'm proud of my kids. i just don't get competitive about it.
i keep my own score...with myself. i try to assess every day if i did something better than before...i work to do a little better. i try to be aware of how i do, how much effort i put into any given thing. is that competitive?
so, are my kids competitive. sometimes. they seem to love what they do. they seem to have fun, too. they have tried lots of things. they just keep trying out new things. i like that.
we all like sailing...the kids have done lots of racing. they have fun...they want to win. sometimes they do ...sometimes they don't...life goes on.....and they do lots of things...and they have lots of friends...and they love music....girl stuff....boy stuff....and they do things they like.
i love sailing...so does biff. i keep trying to get better. so does biff. the kids are great sailors. we keep trying. biff and i have raced too. we have done our best. we have never come in 2st or 2nd or 3rd or...........but, we're happy!