Turning the Page
It all starts with effort
During one of the few timeouts at the Prairie City-Monroe volleyball game on Tuesday night, I found myself looking around the room and letting my mind wander, as I do from time to time. My eyes stopped just a few feet from me. I looked down from atop the bleachers and saw the back of one of the Mustangs’ parent’s T-shirts, which read, “The one thing that matters is the effort.” While the match resumed, I hardly had time to think if I agreed with this or not, but over the past couple of days my schedule has been such that I’ve had the time to really think about it. I came to the conclusion that I don’t agree, but it’s not as cynical as you might think.
It all starts with effort. Nobody — and when I say nobody, I mean nobody — knows better than I do how important effort is in sports. Growing up, I was not blessed with height, speed or anything else in an innate sense that translated to a sports venue. So, the one thing I could give any team I was on was effort.
However, often times I found that I was left dissatisfied with myself. I knew I was trying as hard as I could, but that was not enough for me. It wasn’t until I got to college and for the most part was past my organized team-sports years that I realized exactly why I was unhappy with my performance on most night. I was working hard, but I wasn’t working smart.
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