I played tennis with my friend, Andrew Bates, last Saturday morning. The skies were clear, blue and sunny and I got some good exercise while getting repeatedly beaten without contest. After a few warm up rallies and explanation of forgotten rules (it's been several years since I've played), we played a few games, er, sets... matches? Irregardless, I lost every single one. I think the best I did was scoring two points in a row one time.
At any rate, I was horrible, but had fun. Honestly, I think my reflections on failure have enabled me to have more fun, even in defeat.
On Monday (Memorial Day), I went disc golfing; Micah and James came along for the walk. On the second hole I lost a disc to a small jungle off the fairway. That, plus the unusually crowded day on the course made me just quit early and opt in for a family walk.
Oh, what do those defeats have to do with the post title you ask? If you don't know, you won't understand. ;-)