Athleticism...NOT

Hubby and I have been talking about the Dude's athletic ability lately. There really isn't a sport that calls to him. We would like for there to be -- if only for the sake of exercise -- but there just doesn't seem to be.

Unfortunately, this is my fault. He inherited his lack of ability from his mother. Hubby always claims he has no athletic ability either. But to him, that just means he isn't Shaq-like.

On the other hand, having no athletic ability to me is just that.

I remember one PE class in Junior High. I really liked the coach/teacher. She was a nice person and didn't act superior or mean to anyone, jock or not. But one day, she had us run in heats of 5 or 6 each. Then we raced against the people who had finished in the same position.

She was probably thinking, because she is athletic, of how great and motivated it would make some of the first-placers. I don't think she realized how hurtful it might be to the one who finished last of the last. I did. I was that one. And it wasn't for lack of trying.

That lack of mine has apparently not gone away either. We recently got Guitar Hero. Two songs I have completed. Countless times trying and two songs I can do.

On Easy setting.

Hubby and both kids have surpassed me in a major way -- now at the point that they can pretty much pick and choose what level they want to play at. My coordination just doesn't work that way.

And racquetball. Chick and I began the school year with her learning to play and me teaching her. Ability wise, we are now on even ground. Unfortunately what that means for me is that I have lost the last several games to her. And will probably continue to because the level that she has risen to is the same one I've been at since shortly after I began to play. I have no doubt she'll continue to get better. I could attempt to get better by practicing daily for hours on end. She would still surpass me. Oh, well.

I can still give Hubby a little more competition but I think that is more because we've been playing since before we married. I have a slight advantage over the Chick in knowing his style of game play. I still can't win against him. Or even come close. I only play for the fun of being together doing something he loves.

I suppose the Dude will learn to do the same. It would be nice if he could just enjoy the companionship and friendship of playing a game or sport without the competitive part of it.

Hubby is extremely competitive. Thankfully, he's never been like one of those parents that people talk bad about at children's sports games. And if he was, I still have plenty of gumption to set him straight.

Huh. Maybe that's what I got instead of coordination. I've got lots of gumption.

Yes.

And stubborn-ness.

(I was gonna say it.)