Well....my throwing season kicks off this weekend in hot ass Phoenix. As has become my custom for the 3 of you that read this blog...here are my numbers from last year's game. I also decided to look at the final game I threw in 2014, just to see where I started where I ended. Even though I know each game is different...conditions, training, rest, all that stuff is a factor in throwing. Oh Phoenix was an open & Tucson was masters...thus the vastly different numbers in WOB and HWD. I do wonder how I will start this season. I know I have been bitching a fair bit about not having my mojo...and practice has been spotty at best. Although, I have been doing drills in the gym.
There has also been some weird crap happening in the throwing community as well. I remember when I first started...I was hanging out with Michelle and Sarah extolling the wonders of such an awesome community...(which it is) that seems to avoid a bunch of the political crap I had experienced in the Theater. I remember they looked at me and....laughed. I believe one of them said, "oh just you wait, it is there." Oh boy they are right...I was just star struck I suppose. There have been some things happening on public forums that really has put a dent in my enthusiasm for throwing. I have seen throwers who I thought were friendly, or were at least respectful of other athletes, throw accusations around that are unfounded....I have seen people who I thought perhaps even respected me a teensy bit use language in regard to women that was surprising to say the least. I know that tempers can flare and people perhaps say things behind a keyboard they would not normally say, but I am disheartened. I won't read the forums anymore...I stopped pretty early. It made me really upset, more than it really should have probably.
I fucking RESPECT the Athletic Directors. They are really the bomb. The amount of work they put in to take care of athletes freakin rocks and I get it...each game is unique. But, if you don't want me there...I can't be there. I have never been one of those people that feels like..."They don't want me there. I'll show them! Try and get rid of me!" not me. I spent far too long in my life in place where I was not wanted, trying to make it work.
Why would I do that for a hobby? For something that is supposed to be fun?
And please let me make this clear...this is just me...just how I feel....I am not asking anybody to do anything or to feel the same way.
That being said...I have no idea what I may do this year. I love throwing, I love throwers, I love the community. I may just stay put this year...play close to home and just play. Or maybe I'll just Pollyanna the whole thing and throw~whatever...Or maybe I'll take up figure skating. There is no politics in figure skating...
I don't know.
The thrill of competition may keep calling....the joy of certain games, throwing with certain people may continue to call me.
Started my acting class yesterday....wow....It was so much like home. I had to talk a little about who I was at the start of class, what I wanted out of the class. I said I had begun to believe that I could not be both an actor and an athlete....the actors in the room all groaned..."yes you can." ...and I don't even know most of the people in the class. Funny, I have had the same response from throwers I talked to about it...