When I was little, I really wasn’t that competitive at all. I was a small red head girl who sucked at most sports and didn’t like going outside because I was allergic to the sun. So I never really came across anything that would make me want to be competitive.

Then one year for Christmas, my parents bought my brother and I a Super Nintendo and my life changed. I had played video games before that on my Dad’s Atari 2600 and on the PC but they were all single player so I never really had any reason to get competitive. We had 2 controllers and the first game I remember wanting to kick my brother and Dad’s arse at was Nigel Mansel racing, and I did. It was glorious. It awoke the beast within.

So I started becoming very competitive with friends, family whoever would play with me. It still happens to this day. Ask my friend who I kicked in the back of the head whilst playing Mortal Kombat, or how George won’t play Wii bowling with me anymore. Anyway, my need for competing grew as I became older. Now I crave competitive sports, so it was really convenient when George introduced me to indoor soccer which I now play every Sunday afternoon in a mixed division. I get to run around (with my new found fitness), kick a ball and let out some anger on players who think that I’m too small and wouldn’t push back. It’s great. And the best part, it is indoors so I don’t even have to deal with my natural enemy.

Yeh so, I know I am competitive and I don’t really care about it. It helps drive me to succeed in life. However, it can also suck because I am constantly competing with myself to achieve perfection, but that is a story for another day.