No, maybe this should be titled, "And the big dummy is..."
Well, I've gone and got myself nominated as team lead for Team 1 of this years edition of DC Furies "The Game". This is good, and bad, but I guess I need to explain a little bit about "The Game"...In a nutshell this is a game where the players have volunteered to maintain/increase their fitness levels during the traditional off-season of rugby in the US, by posting their workouts to the other competing players...Yes I play rugby, yes it is a tough sport, yes it is tackle, no we do not play with the boys.
"The Game" requires all participants to work as a team to encourage individual fitness. Points are earned for the team via every exercise activity an individual on the team participates in...You can get .5, 1, or 2 points for every activity you do (sometimes their are bonus points), and you cannot get more than 2 points in a day or 11 points in a week (unless you get bonus points). Each team has 6 members, so each team maxes-out at a top score of 66pts a week.
My job as the Team 1 Capi-tan is to egg-on, goad, encourage, and drive our team to getting as many of our 66 pts per weeks as we can...So this is how I suddenly see it...
Driving to DC for weekend workouts: $20 (and I thought I was going to save money in the off-season HAH!!!)
Beer consumption during post rugby events: $5 (unless I can swing a charity-beer...hehehe)
Keeping an entire team of six working-women going hard during the"off-season" for almost 3 months ... Priceless (if I can fucking do it!)
Now I have been a motivator at times in my life, but this calls for cheerleader style rallying skills rather than the in-ur-face, drill sergeant approach... And Barbie I am not. Good thing my teammates are not Barbie-types either, but I feel like I have to sweeten-up a lot in order to do this. I need to be sassy and fun, not butchy and direct (my standard operating mode), and I really need to stay in touch with our team, by constantly supporting those that are behind, and praising those that are having no problems at all.
For me this would all be much more manageable if I were the fitness nut I was 3 years ago (doing triathlons for fun), but I am a fitness-SICKO in recovery now, and I would much rather sit-back and tally the points than go out to earn them. That is when it dawns on me, that it was ME who volunteered to play the game, and my teammates must have chosen me as the leader because they know this is the best way to ensure I'll do my part.
Do they know me that well?? This has to be women's intuition in action, and that means I need to be extra on top of it.
So after this reasoning session, I sit in my chair and say, "CRAP!!!," as I type my nomination acceptance e-mail... Then I begin wonder what pile are my workout clothes in?!?