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I’m training for a 5k.

I want to win. And I’m going to be in that moment where I will let that desire push me … and let my competitors push me.

I’ll turn 51 in that day. I won’t win … but I will feel amazing crossing the finishing line.

Yes, winning is a thrill. Losing can hurt. But the adventure of competition is amazing.
I had a wrestling coach who gaged things differently. He taught us the challenge was with yourself, and the guy you were wrestling was how you did it. Regardless of the score, if you took the guy to the matt and pinned him in seconds or got crushed on points, every match he would look you in the eyes and ask, " did you win?"

I had a horrible wrestling record (I didn't start until my sophomore year -- against guys who had been wrestling since six), but that kept me going. I loved that sonofabitch. And that lesson went far beyond the matt.
 
I had a wrestling coach who gaged things differently. He taught us the challenge was with yourself, and the guy you were wrestling was how you did it. Regardless of the score, if you took the guy to the matt and pinned him in seconds or got crushed on points, every match he would look you in the eyes and ask, " did you win?"

I had a horrible wrestling record (I didn't start until my sophomore year -- against guys who had been wrestling since six), but that kept me going. I loved that sonofabitch. And that lesson went far beyond the matt.
This reminds me of my softball coach. He was amazing and always pushed us to work harder and take the hits as they came.
He always told us we were our greatest enemies, not the other players. He taught us how to believe in ourselves and our capabilities. I took those lessons to heart.
I still see him from time to time and he always greets me with a warm smile and inquires about how I'm doing and making sure I still believe in myself.
When I think of him I can still hear him yelling at me as I'm crouched down waiting for the pitch ( I was a catcher) "Last name (He always called us by our last names) What the hell are you doing? Spread your legs a little more apart while your crouched! You can't take a hit if they aren't properly spaced!" That was what he always yelled to me the most while I was playing 🤭 . I always think back to that analogy when life hits me.
 
I had a wrestling coach who gaged things differently. He taught us the challenge was with yourself, and the guy you were wrestling was how you did it. Regardless of the score, if you took the guy to the matt and pinned him in seconds or got crushed on points, every match he would look you in the eyes and ask, " did you win?"

I had a horrible wrestling record (I didn't start until my sophomore year -- against guys who had been wrestling since six), but that kept me going. I loved that sonofabitch. And that lesson went far beyond the matt.
I used to go to minor league baseball games. (my love of baseball is messed up, my dad was an umpire and well yeah many games growing up i learned alot of foul language.) I will never question an umpires strike zone when they can see a 95 mph curveball coming at them.

But going to minor league games where a team won back to back championships and then loose was heartbreaking.

I am friends with at least 2 former pitchers who went from local high school ball to starting a game in the big leagues. I don't think they cared about if they threw a perfect game or was the worst. Knowing they got their dream is an achievement in itself.
 
I’ll settle for a keg of coffee! Does it come in a keg format? 🤭
I used to see a lot of those 40 cup percolators. Problem there was that the first cup out of them was a lot more like you’d want at the end of the day, and that last cup was exactly how you’d want your first cup of the day, so thick you needed a spoon to eat it. 🤣
 
I used to see a lot of those 40 cup percolators. Problem there was that the first cup out of them was a lot more like you’d want at the end of the day, and that last cup was exactly how you’d want your first cup of the day, so thick you needed a spoon to eat it. 🤣
That is NOT how I want my first cup of the day... strong yes... but so thick I need a spoon sounds gross... :sick:
 
I had a wrestling coach who gaged things differently. He taught us the challenge was with yourself, and the guy you were wrestling was how you did it. Regardless of the score, if you took the guy to the matt and pinned him in seconds or got crushed on points, every match he would look you in the eyes and ask, " did you win?"

I had a horrible wrestling record (I didn't start until my sophomore year -- against guys who had been wrestling since six), but that kept me going. I loved that sonofabitch. And that lesson went far beyond the matt.
Great story. I love wrestling and good youth coaches. They make a huge difference. I did youth wrestling for 5 years and quit to play hockey. My high school hockey coach was the best coach I ever had. I’m using my self control not to start telling high school hockey stories 😂
 
*Sees @Dayhoosier in the corner reading and drinking coffee... just as he takes a sip, I run up and smack the coffee cup out of his hand.*
*Skips away giggling*
 
Partly, but also playing to win… is a losing battle in and of itself. If you don’t enjoy the game, why even bother playing?
Yeah. The pleasure in a game for me is the pleasure it brings the family and friends I’m playing with. That manifests differently with different groups, but “winning” is only rarely a key factor.
 
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