Beach Volleyball: Stream of Consciousness Sunday

Olympic Edition, Of Course

Today’s (optional) prompt: If you could compete in any Olympic sport or participate in the Games in any way, what would you want to do? 

Five minutes of unedited mind gunk spilled here just for you!

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I was standing behind the door when God passed out the competitive gene to the kiddies born that day in October.

I won’t roll over and let you win and depending on the sport, it might not be easy but you can win and I’m happy if you do. If I win? Wow, that’s great but are you okay with that? Really, I’m not competitive with people and they generally aren’t with me either. I thrive in teamwork situations.

I’ve been thinking about addictions and obsessions a lot lately. Mine. And I think I will write about just that this week. However, I am addicted and obsessed with the Olympics. Always have been.

If I could be one athlete in London right now, it would without doubt be Misty May-Treanor. She is a STUD! They’re saying this time around that she’s 5’9” but she’s 5’8”, which is my height. Not tall for the sport but she uses her physicality, conditioning and tenacity with amazing results and gets more than her share accomplished on the court. I admire her physical strength as well as her mental strength and toughness.

I’ve loved her from the first time I saw her play 12 or more years ago. I’m still obsessed with her. 

Fireworks And Not The Pretty Starburst Kind

This feeling is no stranger to her; messes on the verge, teetering on the edge, walking the tightrope, doing what she’s not “supposed” to do. Her antenna often on full alert because her behavior typically runs against the grain. It feels natural to her and she handles it quite well, thank you. It’s the way she’s always been.

Different.

You know who she feels like? Samantha Stephens. Remember her? The one misunderstood by most but understood by those like her. The one who could get herself out of every pickle simply by wiggling her nose?

This girl can bob and weave, talk circles and wiggle herself out of most sticky situations. Not deceptively but creatively, mind always twirling, but she’s had lots of practice. Sometimes spunk is hard wired from birth. Her dad even said it two nights ago, “You never listened to anyone. You always pushed it. Why?” She replied, “Maybe because someone’s always telling me what to do. Why don’t they just trust my judgment?”

She is rational and sane, you know, just not always as practical and more spontaneous.

Everyone always has an opinion about her choices; tells her what to do or not. Reverse psychology works magic with the type of person she is. Or maybe… just let her be.

Yet, she did something this morning that she wasn’t supposed to do, wasn’t allowed to do, but everyone was sleeping or working or doing something other than watching her which someone was supposed to be doing.

She escaped! She left and snuck back in.

If anyone found out that she went outside, drove on busy streets to get coffee and snuck back in, there would be fireworks and not the pretty starburst kind.  

So her judgment isn’t always the best but she needed what she needed and no one was around! She'll be grounded, for sure.

Her plan is to use one of Samantha’s trademark nose wiggles to get out of this one or, possibly, Tabitha’s method because her nose isn’t wiggling well these days. 

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