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I have been privileged to speak to several groups in the last couple of weeks. The purpose was to encourage and motivate these athletes, my topic being "Ordinary to Extraordinary: The Road Best Traveled."


On Saturday, I was invited to speak to Liberty University's Woman's basketball team, Big South Champions ten years and running. I spoke to them for about thirty-five minutes, had lunch with them and then took my seat with them on the bench as "honorary coach" (their term-not mine!) during the game. It was great!  But I wish I had a picture. . .I would be the very short one in the middle!

I encourage you to share your love of athletics and look for ways to impact young athletes. There is a good chance you will be encouraged more than them!

Comments

Rick Gray said…
We never know where we will make a difference, plus it is so personally rewarding. Based upon what you are saying, we could easily pick you out of a line up! Everyone tall, but one...
December 7, 2009 at 6:20 PM
Rebekah Trittipoe said…
Ya...like 6'4, 6'6...and not many under 5'10. I think there might have been a 5'8 or so but not many. It was the Land of the Giants! D1 woman's basketball has really morphed into an arena for big, strong people. You should have seen their biceps! Goodness!!!!
December 8, 2009 at 10:17 AM
Rick Gray said…
Talking about biceps. Late last winter, I bought my first pair of arm sleeves. I ran in them and the upper part kept sliding down. I had to sew a tuck in them so that they would stay up on my massive biceps. Sounds like you do not want to make these ladies mad. They could just pick you up and throw you away. Next time you go back to see these ladies, be sure to be nice to them.
December 8, 2009 at 12:14 PM
Rebekah Trittipoe said…
Hey- I had to do the same thing to my arm warmers!
December 8, 2009 at 7:19 PM
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