I don't know if I have brought this up before, but I'm a bit competitive. Others disagree and say I'm extremely competitive, but I disagree. I'm not Lance Armstrong or anything.
I usually keep it hidden though and then it pops out at unexpected times and slightly shocks people. For example, in college, we used to play two person spades. I don't even remember exactly how to play it, but my suitemate Joanne and I used to be obsessed. It got to the point that when she would win a hand, I would start cussing like a sailor. I remember her looking at me one time like I had just grown horns. Not very classy of me. And, it is only spades.
Then I moved to Dallas (almost 7 years ago) and it was a friends birthday. We decide to throw her a surprise bowling birthday party. This is the first time any of these people have ever bowled with me. Boy, were they in for a surprise. I was a task master. When it was their turn to bowl, I would get upset if they weren't around and go searching for them. I did all this and yet I only scored a 70.
Yes I'm competitive but it doesn't mean that I'm actually good at the sport.
Anyway, I think Sunday, I just got competitive with myself over the running. Why? Its supposed to be fun and good for me. I'm letting it go. No point. I will just do what I do and have fun with it and stop when its not fun anymore.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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