Still hanging in there? All you ex-athletes who are trying to become something greater. Those who are trying to achieve more after sport. Those essentially starting from the bottom of something totally and completely new. Recently I have realized that my peak age was not … Continue reading Identity Crisis? Part II
I haven’t been writing a whole lot lately. I have replaced writing with reading, praying, and hoping things begin to fall into place for my precisely laid out plan for my future. I needed to take some time to fix myself. A good friend told … Continue reading What The Future Holds
What happened to wanting to be a doctor, a vet, a firefighter, a teacher, even a movie star? A career in which you set your sights on long before the journey even really begins? Do I love my job? Sure. Will I do it forever? Probably … Continue reading Career Path
I never went to prom, I never went on spring break, I never went to Friday night football games, and I never had the summer off for family vacations. Gymnastics is a year-round sport, and the offseason was exponentially worse than season. But man … Continue reading Identity Crisis
You are the ones who have seen me at my worst (crying in the fetal position), at my angriest (yelling at the coach and storming out of the gym), and at my best (all the medals, first places, and successful routines).
You are the ones who have embraced me through it all, and accepted me despite my imperfections and mood swings. You have been my supporters, my rivals, and my best friends. You have loved me through the pain, sweat, blood, and tears. You have defeated me and in turn pushed me to become better; I love you for it.
Above everything else, you are the ones who understand me the most. You understand how I think, feel, and function. You understand my OCD behaviors, my stone cold bitch face, and why crying is unacceptable.
No one understands and respects an athlete better than another athlete. We have been through a lot, way more than the general public understands. Countless surgeries, concussions, broken bones, pulled muscles, torn skin, and tape – a lot of tape.
Thank you for standing by my side, and for continuing to be my best friends through life after gymnastics.
~Brini, Brina, Brinksi, Ween, Sabrina
As baseball season comes to an end, sports enthusiasts are looking forward to a fall season full of pumpkin flavored Starbucks drinks, cooler temperatures, and football!
It’s refreshing how loyal a person can be to a team. Professional, college, and even high school football fans have high hopes for their team. Many people watch their beloved team on television, but how much football do you actually watch? I did some digging and found a few sources that have great numbers on what actually goes on when you watch NFL football on a Sunday, or Monday.
In a nutshell you get about 11-12 minutes of actual playing time…dare I ask why we even watch it on tv anymore?
Here’s a pie chart from http://www.sportsgrid.com
A photo from The Wall Street Journal and from http://www.marketwatch.com
Here are the links if you’re interested in the full articles…
I was planning on posting a different blog about sports this week, but with all the attention surrounding James Harrison making his sons return their participation trophies I decided to switch it up.
I may not be a mother, but as a former collegiate athlete I have pretty good insight into the lifestyle. As a high level gymnast I remember winning, but most of the time I remember the trophies I didn’t win. The countless 2nd and 3rd place medals, the endless tears, and the heartbreaking losses my teams endured throughout the years. I also remember my parents being at every single meet, watching on the edge of their seats hoping I wouldn’t screw up knowing I would beat myself up. I was harder on myself than my parents were on me. They let me drown in my sorrows until I decided to work harder. They didn’t console me, they let me console myself and were always there, at arms length, if I needed support from them. That’s what made me, and many of my friends and teammates, successful in the sport. Winning was rare, it still is.
It seems like society has turned sports into “everyone gets a trophy.” When in reality, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Sports are about teaching kids discipline, hardwork, perseverance, and to keep pushing themselves to be better. When have you heard a parent say, “I put my kid in sports so they can participate.” How are they going to improve if they get a trophy for simply being present? At some point you have to let them fail on their own, without receiving a trophy. Then, you have to let them overcome that on their own.
I want my future kids to learn how to be a gracious loser and a humble winner because the feeling you get as a champion is worth the pain you suffer as a loser. Parents should be there supporting, encouraging, and pushing until their kid is successful in whatever it may be. If that means making them give back their participation trophies, then so be it.
Losing betters you as an athlete and as a person.