Under Pressure…

Feb 3rd, 2010 by Tamara in English 30

I had a lifetime dream of playing of the Canadian Women’s fastball team at the Olympics. I dreamt of wearing that Maple Leaf on my chest and seeing my parents smiling back at me. My family understood what was needed to be at that level and they completely supported me with every move I had to make. My closest friends did not understand the lack of time they could spend with me but they also respected the time we did have.

I have been on a ball field all my life and have played since T-ball. At the age of 15 my parents and I agreed that I was not being challenged enough with the softball in the area and started looking for something more. Lloydminster was our answer.  Playing ‘A’ caliber of fastball helped show off the skills I had learned from various coaches, and my parents. Tracy, the scout of the Canadian women’s fastball team, soon took me under her wing and taught me the needed advancements that allowed me to go with the Calgary Diamond Devils to San Diego.

The pressure of playing at this level was very intense and demanding. The Diamond Devils had four coaches one outfield coach, one infield coach, nutritionist, and one head coach. We all had a small contract to follow which included a no eating list, no cell phone rule, respect clause, and further more. This fastball allowed for little social life because the travel was difficult, and time-consuming. My dad and I normally made the trip to Calgary every weekend and I had to work out every other night and practice on the off days. All my time away from school was to be focused on fastball.

People did not understand how I balanced aspects of my life . I honestly tried to put on a face that showed I had all my life under control but truly the pressure was getting to me and distancing me from friends and my sister.  I changed the amount of communication that I was involved in, I was changing myself I quickly learned. I did not want people to notice the stress I had in my life because it was not their dilemma to be faced with. I never wanted to cause others problems. I wanted to have a separate  life from fastball and home life.

I did not like what this caliber of fastball was doing to my life. My life was changing as I knew it I wanted my old life back. I never thought I would ever pass the chance of my dream up but I had to choose my life or fastball. As I was conflicted between keeping my dream alive or having a social life, my dad and I had numerous, deep talks about our shared dream. My dad kept saying “I will support you in whatever you do, as long as you want to be doing it.” I decided to stop playing this high-end caliber and to regain my social life.

Fastball gave me a rush of freedom, excitement and relaxing joy. Sports are a big part in my families lifestyle, we are strong-headed towards staying fit and spending time together. Family time is limited in our family so sports have brought us together, so sports symbolizes family and being together. I am not losing that feeling just pulling back on the caliber, although I may have the chance to play on a ‘A’ caliber fastball team in edmonton.

Playing in the Olympics was a lifetime goal and dream I shared with my dad. I would have done anything to get to that level but once I found out the amount of time needed to be at that level I couldn’t handle the pressure. The pressure had me change who I was and how I interacted with my family and friends. Being under that pressure caused me to buckle and alter my dream. Family and friends helped me get as far as I did because of their respect, love, help, and commitment.  I owe them all a great amounts of thanks.

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  • I have never had the chance to play for such a high calibre of athletics in my life, though I have always dreamed about the chance to be a college or university volleyball or softball player. I play these sports for fun and for activity, but I also am very competitive and want for only the best result given by the best effort.

  • That would be a tough decision. Your dream or your happiness? I’m not a sports player but happiness would be choice for me. Being happy depends on the decisions you personally make. Sure people make decisions that can make you unhappy but there is a choice of doing something to make yourself happier and be more confident with your decisions. The pressure of other people can make choices more difficult to make but if peer pressure or harsh convincing doesn’t affect your decision you’ll be happy.

  • Being “great” or “the best” at a sport or any high caliber activity does not occur overnight. To strive to success takes time, commitment, and passion which usually overrules socializing. Reaching that Olympic goal in soft ball obviously would take over socializing and at times questioning of why. I cannot tell you what I would have done in your situation but the decision made was hopefully the correct one. To reach the highest caliber in a sport needs individuals to live, love and breathe that one activity. I respect every individual that has reached this level and respect everything they accomplish.

  • I have been under pressure as well. I was playing in my first provincial basketball game and we were down by two points against New Norway. I was put on the line to tie the game with two free throws. I missed both and we lost the game. Although I was really sad at the time I have learnt from it and have moved on.

  • I know you have enough comments but I gotta say i understood this completly while I was comparing for my bodybuilding contest my life became one big routine I stopped seeing my friends stop going out.My time rotated between work training,posing practice and making meals.I had 2hours of cooking to do every day plus one hour of training and a hour pose practice and work 5 hours plus school.I realized it was getting bad when I didn’t even know about one of my best friends sisters being hospitlized.I now live life and I hope you do to its nice to hear that other people have experinced being under these high pressures.

 

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