This past week there has been plenty of sporting action to watch, especially rugby. We’ve had the rugby league World Cup, the autumn internationals and a very important local derby. If you live in the north then the rugby league World Cup final on Saturday afternoon might have raised your heart rate but being a Westcountry girl watching Bath and Exeter Chiefs fight it out at the Recreation ground did far more to get my adrenaline flowing. According to the statisticians it has been over thirty years since Exeter were victorious over Bath, as close as this encounter seemed the score on the board said it all as Bath extended their unbeaten record. This fixture posed a slight moral dilemma for me; I was fortunate enough to be a guest at the match yet I was being hosted by a Bath supporter. I began with good intentions but such was my excitement at the Chiefs first (and second) try I could not contain my emotions, thankfully one can get away with this in rugby union and said host saw the funny side.
Trust is a major factor in life and it can be just as important in sport. Whether you need to trust your team mate, your horse or your equipment it can make the difference between winning and loosing. On a less drastic measure I lost some trust last Sunday. This was probably the result of me becoming too confident and trusting not only my skills but also my equipment, that being my road bicycle. It probably doesn’t come as a big surprise that I fell off again, but the circumstances were new. Now it is winter and the roads are greasy I need to understand that corners require a little more respect, I have the bruises to remind me that for at least a few weeks.
