I'm lousy at all sports. I've tried - I spent most of my teenage years helping the ever-so-athletic girls on the church sports teams lose. I finally realized that I could skip church sports and still go to heaven, and I've never looked back.
But I'm still very competitive. And I don't like competing in areas where I will lose. So when I found out that I'd been signed up to represent the church's women's auxiliary in a pie-eating contest, I wasn't thrilled. I don't wear my hair in a pony-tail in public. I don't eat that much in public. I don't eat pie, to be honest.
But, I am happy to say, I did it. Friday night I put my hair up, didn't wear makeup to the party, smiled, and licked daintily at the pie until someone else won.
And I stayed up until 2 am the night before making multiple apple pies. Why? to ensure that I would have one perfectish pie for the pie-baking contest.
(The bottom one won the "fruit pie" division.)
I realized yesterday that, had I signed up for the office NCAA pool, I'd have won that (I liked George Mason, and would have chosen them on a whim). But that's okay. I made a good pie and survived being seen in a pony tail.