The original version of this story was first published in August of 2018. I think the subject of “trying new things” is timeless and so I wanted to share it again. I hope you enjoy my story and maybe are inspired, even if just a little bit.
You’ve got to understand that I don’t like anything being thrown at my face. Seriously. This fear goes back to my childhood in Ontario, Canada when after school in the winter the neighborhood kids got together to play hockey.
Our back yards abutted on a park which had a big field that come winter was iced over by a local parent late at night (later-on I found out he was an alcoholic and not a nice guy). We all took turns shoveling the snow that accumulated each day and then the rink was ours. I preferred to do my figure skating and try little jumps and twirls.
The boys, however, played hockey. It was a pick-up game usually – whomever happened to be on the ice. Inevitably, I would be asked to play goalie. Sans mask! This was the seventies…no fancy outfits. Ever since, I flinch every time something comes toward my face quickly.
Fast forward to earlier this year when I received an invitation I couldn’t turn down. Peter Shmock, former track and field Olympic athlete (shot put) had put together a hall of fame cast to lead an exclusive group of women at an event called “Women Who Throw S**t.”
I was invited. I was intrigued. I said yes.
Nervously, I showed up on the scheduled date at Seattle’s Cal Anderson Park. It was a typical April day in the Pacific Northwest – overcast and starting to rain. I was ready. I had dressed in layers. I was psyched and motivated. Bring it on!
Oh yes, my other reservation (apart from intensely disliking anything being thrown at my face) was my rheumatoid arthritis and the impact it had on my hands over the past 18 years. My grip strength and dexterity was not great, and my hands were easily prone to painful injuries. Yet, I was still ready and willing to try this whole thing out.
Our first instructor was none other than Major League Baseball catcher Dan Wilson who had played for the Cincinnati Reds and the Seattle Mariners – he was a local superstar. And a super nice guy. He showed us how to throw a baseball, as simple as that. We got muddy in the rain, but had a lot of fun. I only flinched a few times as balls went past my face.
Next up was Jack Thompson, retired NFL quarterback who played for the Cincinnati Bengals then the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. He had us doing drills, both throwing and catching footballs. He apologized for being strict as he had never taught women how to throw footballs. It was fun!
Last up was Owen Freed, NCAA Ultimate Frisbee National Champion who taught us how to throw and catch Frisbees. Yes, everyone had previously played with a Frisbee in a back yard or on a beach. But, we learned how to do it the right way!
Two hours zipped by and after learning how to throw a baseball, a football and a Frisbee we were all wet, muddy and ready to head indoors. My extra layer of clothing came in handy. Despite preparing my throwing arm several weeks ahead of time to get ready for the intense workout, I was sore. But this was a happy sore…the kind you are eager to elicit all over again. What was just as exhilarating was meeting a fun group of women, movers and shakers of sorts in the local community.
Imagine that…it was a female bonding event around typically-male sports. What a refreshing idea.
I learned that I had it in me. I learned that I could handle objects being thrown at me. I learned that I could do certain sports without hurting my hands. And, I learned that it was actually fun.
Let’s do it again!
Postscript: Since this blog was first posted it has also appeared on Doctors on Social Media and MedPage Today’s KevinMD (retitled “A personal story about trying new things”).