What’s it like… when your inner sporty child whispers, ‘It’s not too late…’

“I always felt like I had time, time left in the sporting bank,” says Sports Liberated blogger Julie Moorcroft. “Time to become a sporting hero of some kind, a great athlete, admired by many and feared by all. When does reality kick in? And when do you realise that your dreams are very unlikely to come true?”

About now I guess, I’ve just turned 37, my day job is a nanny, and I’ve not received any calls about competing in the Rio Olympics.

I grew up as a gymnast, running, jumping, flipping and balancing my way through life but I was pretty obsessed by all sport, despite being one of the smallest kids in the school.

Julie Moorcroft

Julie practices in front of some rather fetching curtains

I would take part in whatever was needed at District athletics, all 3ft 2ins of me towed the line for high jump and long jump, as well as running any distance.

(I hate running now, thank God, so there are no deep regrets for having never run a marathon).

Footie fan

A keen and enthusiastic footballer, in a time when it was frowned upon for girls to take part, I happily abandoned my female friends in the playground, for a game with jumpers for goal posts.

The footie continued through my early 20s. There’ss nothing quite like a hungover Sunday morning spent on a freezing hard pitch at Hackney Marshes.

Julie Moorcroft

‘Coaching’ says Julie, ‘is like herding cats.’

Late 20′ was my chance to shine as a manager, and yes it is possible that joy can come from organising a bunch of gossipy women. However, weighed up with the moaning, injuries, tears and constant drama from my particular group, I retired early and headed towards playing five-a-side.

This was perfect for me, as it required much less running. And, other than your boots getting full of little black bobbles and the fits of giggles shared with pals over some of my interesting techniques, it was a big success… until half the team moved away and had babies. Rude.

What happened next?

So what now? I’m still feeling the need for sporting greatness but with a distinct lack of speed, agility and skill for any one particular sport, what can I do?

Cue Facebook post by friend with young agile and sporty son. He is taking part in a racketlon tournament. Oooh, what’s that I inquired? It’s simple, you just have to play table tennis, badminton, squash and tennis, one after the other against the same person. Now that sounds like fun!

Julie Moorcroft

Match that, Laura Trott.

Glory hunter

I’ve been a keen racket sports player for a while. A bit of tennis as a kid, the odd game of badders with friends, and a regular squash player in a local league, so it all seems perfect. Could this be my moment of glory?

Apparently not. Like ike any sportsperson worth their salt, I had a shoulder injury, which kept me out of action for nearly two years.

With no magic cure on the horizon, I made a rather bizarre decision to try and learn to play left handed. So I’m back to square one, with my inner sporty child still whispering away.

julie-moorcroft-portrait-picBy Julie Moorcroft
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For more info on racketlon go to the English Racketlon website
For racketlon on Twitter go to @keithracketlon

This article was first posted on sportsliberated.com in February 2017.

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Author: Julie Moorcroft

Former gymnast, former soap star Julie Moorcroft is a sport fan supreme. Her favoured sport is football.

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