Frank brought it up in the group chat, and I knew the rest would chime in. So, wanting to be a part of the conversation, I watched the highlights. This is how minority sports grow.

There is winning and there is avoiding losing. The first brings joy. The second brings relief. The more you can experience the first the better. The second is a trap of winning. You're motivated by fear and embarrassment. The first is chasing achievement.

I have nothing to write about Which means... I have no good ideas Which means... The fear of failure has gotten the better of me at this point in time.

Joe pickle had traversed thousands of miles, trekked over treacherous mountains, slid down slippery slopes and pricked his bum on a cactus.And he had finally arrived. He pinched himself. He wasn't dreaming. He was well and truly in front of the one and only Placana (that was pickle talk for wisest of them all).'Oh omniscient … Continue reading Pickle’s meaning of life →

Jonesy' weakness is weakness. He can't handle it. He's allergic to it. His motto for adversity has always been accept it and learn from it. Quick, easy, one and done. But now with his witness protection programme, Jonesy has to be exposed to new people. People who wallow. People who mope. People who cry for … Continue reading Jonesy and weakness →

If ever you needed evidence of the state of the nation when it comes to body image you can visit the local sauna. I posit that hundreds of years of fat shaming has not yet been undone by the recent positive body image movement and that most women will be wearing one piece bathing suits … Continue reading Belly nation →

The team is great except for this one player. This one player is on their 8th team because no one wants to play with them. And from the way they're acting it looks like they haven't learnt their lesson either. They began ok but now they're starting to act up and show all the traits … Continue reading Culture protection →

I wonder, do those, with conditions that shorten their lives, have much more fun and joy for life than those without. They appear to anyway, in my opinion. And I imagine it stems from death being top of their mind so often. Reminding them to enjoy the present.

Spite can be a powerful motivator. I never want to enter cold water but today I did so quickly and pretended it was nothing to me. All to prove to someone that I wasn't a wuss.

Joan's ideal weekend is reading. Just reading, nothing else, for 48 hours. But now she's feeling the pressure to change. She gets the feeling she's being labelled 'boring' by others. And she's getting bombarded with messages about living life to the fullest and that means leaving no time to non adventure. March to the beat … Continue reading Braving boring →