The problem is that it makes it sounds like my life has been packed
with sporting successes, which it hasn’t. The previous pinnacle of my sporting
career came when I got a rosette for coming third in a gruelling 50 metres
sprint at a school sports day. My sporting pinnacle doesn’t tower like Mount Everest. It’s more
like the minor undulation of a molehill on a well-manicured lawn.
But let’s
ditch the self-deprecation and get onto the facts.
On Sunday, I played my
second competitive korfball match, and only my third full-length match. In both previous matches I’ve played in my team has lost, which sets off dark
thoughts in a newbie.
“They won
their first two matches, but now we’re losing. Is it me?” “What else could I be
doing?” “Am I letting my teammates down?” “Would we have won if I wasn’t
playing?”
Yes, it's a team game and it's the team that loses but, as a new player, you can't help but think that a loss might be somehow your fault. That’s what I was thinking as I headed into
Sunday’s match between City 2 and Oxford Uni 2, and probably why I spent the
first half apologising to the other members of my division – Charlotte, Taissa
and Dan – for most of the things I did.
But that
changed at half time. We held a 3-2 lead against a combative and fit team, and
I had been run around and shoved a lot, but I now felt like we could win. I just had to keep going.
For me, the second half continued just like the first, and I was knocked over a couple of times but I didn't care. I managed to keep doing my job until the end - just - and we ended up winning 9-2.
It's a
great feeling. I’ve never been proud of anything I’ve done physically – except
my supporting role in the creation of my daughter – and Sunday is definitely the new pinnacle of my
sporting career.
And as long as I keep improving and stay confident, there should be plenty more pinnacles.
Rich Heap
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