I’m not a team player. Yes, I will repeat myself. I am not a team player. A cycling buddy of mine convinced me to train on the velodrome track every Friday. So I do. And it is F-U-N! I mean, serious fun. Talk about a rush of adrenaline! You don’t have to worry about lights or tourists stopping to look at the tall buildings or joggers turning around without looking behind them or baby geese crossing the path. All you have to worry about is not getting dizzy from going around in circles so fast.
This past Friday, we did mock racing. Our coach put us in teams and I was on the team that was the rabbit…meaning the other teams had to try to catch us. Super cool and a little nerve wrecking. I’m competitive enough that there is no way anyone was going to catch me…I mean us. The idea is that you work as a team to stay ahead of the other teams, which my partner did very well. But when it was my turn to pace, I was out for blood. I could see a third head coming up in the shadow and I dropped my teammate like a hot potato trying to stay ahead. It was not good and Coach reprimanded me (but the third head didn’t catch me!).
And it made me wonder…if I’m so competitive, am I really not a good team player at work either?