There’s No Me In “Team”

At the age of 26, I am joining my first team. I have never played a team sport.

I routinely placed last in my primary school’s track and field day. In every event. I was picked close to last in gym class, spared last place only because I was friends with the sporty bunch. I have never really had the experience of being on a team at all, save for academic teams. That’s right- academic teams.

So when my partner asked if I would join a soccer baseball team made up of our colleagues and friends, I was understandably reluctant.

I emailed the captain, explaining that this could be my first team. I told her that I would join under two conditions:

1. That the entire team would support me if (read: when) I failed miserably, given that this was my first time on a team, and

2. That we would go for beers or ice cream or some sort of treat as a group, because this has always been the only appeal of team sports to me.

The captain happily agreed to my conditions, and we’ll be playing our first game soon.

I am disproportionately anxious of this situation, given that most 5-year-olds join teams as though it’s nothing. I have to remind myself that it is okay to be afraid, and that joining this team wouldn’t be brave if I wasn’t slightly (read: excessively) anxious.

I’ll keep you updated. Actually, if you hear nothing from me about this kickball experience, you can assume that it was freaking awful, and that the only part I enjoyed was the ice cream and beer. But that will be alright, too.

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Time for a Change…

For those of you who were visiting tspofwisdom for sweet treats, I have some bad news.

I’ve decided to revamp my blog to focus on health. Now there are all sorts of health blogs out there, and I regularly visit a number of really exceptional health blogs. This one is a little different, because there will still be those sweet treat recipes, talk of my favourite wines, and an honest discussion of what it is like to be ridiculously un-athletic and still routinely visit the gym. For those of you who know me, you might think, “Really, Julia- a health blog?! You love wine, chocolate and all-you-can-eat sushi.” It’s true- I absolutely LOVE indulging. But I also recognize that balance is the key to longevity, health and wellness. So while I indulge in all food and drink amazing, I aim to do so in moderation. By moderation, I do not mean what health blogs and magazines often do. That is, I do not think that “1 oz 105% cocoa dark chocolate” counts as indulgence. I also think that being healthy (physically and psychologically) is never the result of shame. Shaming someone (or yourself) for indulgence is counterproductive, dangerous and a waste of the short time we have on this planet.

We need to stop judging ourselves and to silence that inner-critic but I recognize that can be heart-wrenchingly, jaw-droppingly difficult. So I raise my glass of sangria to those of you who are interested in joining me on the journey as I struggle, lift, pull, push, and eat my way to health.