Rugby. Oh, the pain.
Friday, February 18, 2011
I'm just returning home from rugby practice and I am h-u-r-t-i-n-g.
I have to clarify that winter conditioning is mostly just that--conditioning. There is no tackling, no contact--it's about getting in shape and knowing the game. Needless to say that rugby is very demanding. You must be skilled, practiced, focused, and most certainly committed.
Commitment means being intentional every step of the game--but it also means not quitting when it hurts. Oh, and it HURTS. I think that why I love rugby so much. I enjoy metaphors, and rugby is such a good metaphor for me. I have no idea what I'm doing, and I don't have enough guts.
Being in the game means that I have to earn the guts to cry out with the intent to kick ass. Each time I make a tackle. Each time I handle the ball. Intent. I move with intent. I lead with intent. I run with intent.
There isn't enough intent in my life--and so rugby's a nice parallel, a great looking glass so to speak. I'm not rough enough, I don't want it enough. I can't handle enough. And no, I'm not throwing a pity party--it's nice to acknowledge though. I'm learning to claim my share of life.
Here we go world.