As a young child I had dreams of being an elite athlete. I fantasized about fame, riches and seeing new places. Unfortunately, as I progressed through school, I realized that superior coordination is not my best attribute. As I aged, I successively eliminated sports from my future.
At seven I left soccer for baseball. At ten I left baseball for football. At 13 I left football for basketball. At 20 I left basketball for rugby. At 21, I quit all organized sports.
Now finally at the ripe age of 34 years, I have found something sport-like that I can do relatively well. I am unsure what to call it, but here goes:
From a deep sleep, I can wake-up, put clothes on, run out my door, awkwardly sprint down a 200 yard alley with dirt piles and puddles, burst through the gate at HEAL Africa, run to neonatology, put on a pair of gloves and intubate a neonate. All in less than three minutes.
I don’t think I will get any endorsements for this new sport, but it is still pretty fun.