that elusive competitive edge...

i sure don't knock sports of any kind.  will sit & watch it, cheer 'em on.  take delight in their accomplishments, feel their sorrow at the losses.

me, personally, i don't appear to have a competitive bone in my entire body.  i've never been one to care if i'm better than someone else... in anythin'.  the spotlight aint my cup of tea.  i'd much rather sit back & watch others glow, ya know, the folks that it appears to matter so much to.

i'll coach 'em, train 'em, help 'em practice to get better and then i'm done.  end of story.  i don't want to mentioned as a coach or trainer.  i prefer to be invisible.  i've been asked over the years why i never have been in rodeos or shown horses.  it jest doesn't matter to me.   my opinion is that my relationship with a horse is personal, not to be judged by others.

the hubs was askin' me this morn' (mind ya, we've been together fer 26 years) if i ever played volleyball, while we were watchin' the Olympics.  what a silly question after all these years was my thought.  i had to remind him, yet again, that perhaps i'm jest not wired right.  never cared fer sports growin' up, didn't get into it as an adult & have no desire to enter it in my upper years.  he, on the other hand, was "mr. sports".  excellin' in football, basketball, swimmin', gymnastics & golf.  do i belittle him fer it? no, i've even watched him do some of these things, encourage him to participate in 'em still...whatever floats his boat & strokes that ego, right?

fer some puzzlin' reason, it's us folks who seem to lack that competitive edge whom are pre-judged & ridiculed.  shock & awe, i like to call it.  folks are shocked yer not into competition and awe at the utter lack of the need.

my experience has been that those who excelled at sports in their youth tend to live in the past & miss that spotlight and glory.  i reckon it's hard to go from "the golden boy or girl" to jest another human bein' tryin' to live in this world?

i'm glad that i'm not wired right, as i've been told most my life.  i'd hate to look back on my past & wish fer praise & followers of a past that is now encased in pic's and stories in someone's scrapbook.  kudo's to ya folks who have it, don't knock fer me not.