is it bad that I really like that new Taylor Swift song?
Well, I had to get one of these because i did not like that old thing I was using.
Today we had one of those Red Bull “team building” activities. It is to activate this really cool event we have coming up called Red Bull Landrush, i’ll put the link up later but it is basically “The Amazing Race” but only in Oklahoma and college kids can enter.
I know I am pretty competitive but I am pretty sure this time it sort of got out of hand. I am really not sure what fueled this. Maybe it was the four red bulls, maybe my mostly type A personality, maybe my Aries fire sign…okay, so I guess i know what fueled it. We loaded up in a car, started in Stillwater with nothing but a compass.
not like what your thinking, like a GPS, but a digital compass that only shows an arrow and sometimes gets confused because of cloud cover. We zoomed down dirt roads, almost hit pedestrians (sorry, God), made serious strategies oh yeah, and we lost. This is where the bad sport, poor loser, bratty kid thing that your parent’s (or overbearing teacher) told you not to be… came into play. I probably was never good at it, I’ll choose to think I simply never learned it. While I was stomping around at the Land Run monument pining over our intricate and intense strategies that had not brought us to victory, my team was still struggling to put up a tent, stake it into the ground and hang our team flag with our team name (the Sacajaweas) on to the front of the tent. Everyone on our team gave up and in my opinion for good reason. I am simply not motivated to complete a competition if I know that I already cannot win. Still I would like to point out that this is a flaw, be it my star sign’s fault or not, and I must get ahold of this!
What happened to all of those “socially acceptable” competitive people? Did their parents put them in some sort of sport when they were younger and they have now become famous olympians or at least play softball for the city? Maybe that’s what I need to get into, join a local but very serious softball league or train for some sort of sport like discus throwing. If I were compared to the forty year old woman in jersey shorts who throws her mitt (and hat) on the ground after the other team makes a run or the Olympian who pounds the ground in agony and rips off their necklace (or any other good luck charm) after not clocking a world record time, I think I would be viewed as less extreme.
