Row your frickin’ boat
Some people are, ah, really great at sports. And sportz. And at using their bodies to perform feats of athleticism that require focus and ferocity. For me, not so much.
With organized sports, I can’t seem to tune out my teammates and competitors enough to focus on the job of defeating them. I mentally review the decade of middling mid-field soccer I played in my youth, and see it mostly as an exercise in getting exercise, while wishing people weren’t such focused jerks so we could talk more. Maybe if we had, like, a twenty-minute opening circle first so we could understand where each other was coming from? Maybe if I was a more skilled player, and my dominance was effortless and natural?
Even watching sports is a challenge. I get a little distracted by the logos on the boards, the music playing over the speakers, and can’t quite avoid running an intense cultural commentary in my head about every single dynamic I’m observing, instead of just following the gameplay.
So when it comes to wor…
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