Awareness and Motivation
From a young age, I was always interested in sports. I would attribute this mainly to my father, a rather large Canucks fan, as he was responsible for the TV being tuned in to so many games over the years. Eventually when I was old enough, I attempted to play hockey, and hard as I tried, I could never get the hang of skating. So after a few years I lost interest and gave up my dream of being the next Trevor Linden. In many ways, this was the benchmark that most of my future sports endeavors would follow. As I grew up I tried it all: lacrosse, football, volleyball, baseball and soccer. Now, here I am years later, and I have not stuck with a single one. Why this is I am not really sure, so perhaps in the process of writing this journal, I can figure it out.
Currently, I would say that my sports and physical activity involvement is rather low at best. I play floor hockey with friends a few times a month, hit the gym a few times a week and that is about it. Snowboard season is still a few months away, and I cannot remember the last time I skateboarded. I chose these activities because I enjoy participating in sports that are not overly competitive. This is purely a personal choice in my mind, as growing up I had a great deal of support from my parents, and the majority of my coaches were excellent as well. My mother was the definition of positive reinforcement, complementing me after every game. My father, however, was all about performance feedback, pointing out what I was doing right, and what I could do to get better.
Although I got all that support, and despite the fact that I played all those different sports over the years, I cannot honestly say that I know myself very well as a performer. This is probably because I never played at a very competitive level, so I never really pushed myself to the limit, as there was no need to since I was just out there to have fun. For example, an athlete playing baseball at a...