My First Practice

Okay, so really I only got into rugby because of a girl.

Hey! Don't judge me! Are you telling me you've never done anything ridiculous because of someone you loved (or wanted to)? Please.

Anyway, a girl. She had been trying to draw me into that world for a while, and I was willing. Honestly, I'd been looking a new challenge for a while. Triathlon had lost its appeal. I was considering softball and kung fu pretty seriously. So when I started dating a rugger, I figured I may as well give it a shot.

I started learning a little bit about rugby. I started reading a book about rugby. I started asking some questions about rugby. Then one afternoon, my girl asked me if I wanted to go to practice.

The catch is, there's not a women's rugby team in Wichita anymore. So she practiced with the men. Which, honestly, shouldn't have been that big a deal. I mean, I played high school football with men. But I also got hurt a lot, once I moved from the freshman team to the JV. Because the men were big. And I was small. And I'm even smaller now. So I approached this situation with some apprehension.

We went to a big box sports store so that I could get a pair of cleats and a mouthguard. I got a pair of cotton shorts at Goodwill, and wore an old T-shirt. We drove across town.

And it was really pretty non-eventful. We did dynamic warm-ups and stretching (much like we did in football). We ran some sprints, which were hard for me (triathletes don't sprint very often). And then there wasn't much for us to do. So we worked on passing and kicking, and a little bit of light tackling. She said I was a natural. And nothing fuels me like copious praise.

And that was my first exposure to rugby. Not much of a story, now that I think about it.

So here's a link to a video that proves that I'm not the only one who is drawn to rugby by sexy ladies. I won't embed the video, though, because this is sooooo not what rugby is like.