Why I Love Rugby – A Continuation

I’m STOKED for this season. It will be my second season of practice. I haven’t played any games yet — but that not withstanding — something about being on a team as fantastic as this one is a reward in itself.

Camaraderie Just Ain’t Cutting It

Perhaps it was what I retained from high school history classes but when I hear “camaraderie” I think “comrade.”

What you experience with being on a team like this is a the foundations of genuine friendships. Observe:

I remember in the first season feeling extremely self conscience. Especially as I’ve played rugby before and I expect a lot from myself. I still expect a lot from myself, but the team has come to know me and what to expect from me as well so when I give up on myself (for example, if I don’t hold the plank position for the full 30 seconds) they’re offering words of encouragement and pushing you (pushing me) when normally, at home, you would just give up.

And that is so refreshing.

You Want A Workout? You’ll Get One

The camaraderie aside, which I cherish more than playing any game (albeit I say that not having played a game in over 5 years), I also love the workout.

Well, I hate it. HAAAAATE the workout — during that is.

I want to keel over; just pass out and have them practice without me (a certain 7s practice comes to mind), but I don’t. Regardless of feeling dizzy because it’s 111 degrees outside which is not atypical for us desert rats when I return to my air-conditioned car I began to feel my body relax. I feel that I just had a great workout.

Leading Us In To Battle

Thirdly, I’m excited about this coach. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve had the “friend” coach who wants to make sure the collective is happy as opposed to make some of the girls cross (for talking, for example) so we could focus on strategies that would create a winning team.

I believe this coach is extremely knowledgable and extremely patient. He gives the women a lot of credit and, on his part, that’s very smart as he understands that we’re an intellectual bunch and will over-think things (guilty!) and ask a lot of questions and he encourages that.

But when he’s teaching, he’s the only voice. Afterwards he’ll open it up to discussion or questions. I find this another great technique as we also have the ability to talk amongst ourselves, banter, get off topic and, ultimately, lose momentum for the drill we were working on.

In summary, I’m very encouraged for what will be my first Fall Season in a very, very long time.


Clean Living | Weigh In

Day 2 of clean eating and exercising. Making progress.

Morning Weight Evening Weight
131 130.6

How To Make Rugby Harder

Rugby is challenging enough as it is. However, I’ve found a way to make it even more challenging! Be completely unprepared.

Here’s my checklist of the things I need to do in order to be ready to play.

  • Get cleats and soccer socks
  • Get a mouth guard
  • Get “Chuy” examined and removed
  • Wear a sports bra
  • Get contact lenses

Cleats, Soccer Socks and the Gym Bag

Even though I told my folks I wasn’t going to play rugby anymore, perhaps there was a chance that somewhere in the house (on the East Coast) they kept my gear. While they checked my closet, I played in sneakers and put my extra junk in a grocery bag.

fritos corn chips, funky smell
“Who stinks like corn chips?” It’s been asked before.

But my old stuff got thrown out and it was time to get new hot cleats. Probably a good thing as the old stuff likely smelled like corn chips and not in a good way.

Mouth Guard

This I certainly wished I kept. Not the rinky-dinky self-molding mouth guard you get for $10 bucks, but made by my folks (did I mention they are dentists?) back when I was a goalie in, yikes, high school. My teeth have likely shifted since then. So now it’s time to find a dentist willing to take a mold of my teeth but not make the mouth guard. No one can beat the “uh, yea, my folks are dentists and will do this for me” price.

Chuy, Our Time Has Come to an End

Have you met Chuy? Well, it may be too late now to get acquainted. Chuy, a Hispanic nickname for Jesus, is what I’ve called my Bible cyst, or Ganglion cyst, and either way it’s time for him to go. Apparently, doctors used to smash them with Bibles to get them to pop. Get it? Bible Cyst – Jesus/Chuy?!

Moving on …

bible cyst
His name is Chuy, but the honeymoon is over.

Last time I went to a hand surgeon he tried to pop it with his bare hands and I yelped in pain. I’ve got to get back (to another hand surgeon!) and see if it can get aspirated. Or it will get popped in a tackle.

So, whatever happens first.

Wear A Sports Bra

For us blessed women, this can’t be over-emphasized. However, like a moron, I went to practice without one. No tackling for me that day. :: tears ::

Get Contact Lenses

I’m legally blind without corrective lenses. But, because I’m unprepared, I do not have contact lenses.

Playing with glasses in rugby is like a gigantic bullseye on the face. Although, after being designated to hold the pads to practice rucks the glasses don’t stay on for very long. It’s a good way for the girls to judge how well they’re hitting the pads based on how far my glasses go flying.

Thanks to Pearle Vision who told me my contacts were ordered and en route, which they were not, I had to order them again — elsewhere.

In the interim, practice looks like this:

women rugby blurry artistic photo
Pretty to you? What I see all the time without glasses.

On a side note: Pearle Vision, you stink.