Alright, let’s talk about hitting that 1000 basketball points mark. It wasn’t some grand plan, not really. It kinda just… happened.
It started pretty simply. I was just going out to shoot hoops more often, you know, getting some exercise, clearing my head. Found myself down at the local court a lot. After a while, I got curious. How many points was I actually scoring during these sessions? Not in proper games, just my own practice, shooting around, playing pickup sometimes.
So, I grabbed an old notebook. Yeah, real high-tech, I know. Started jotting down rough estimates after each time I played. Made shots counted as 2s or 3s, free throws as 1s. Simple stuff.
Getting Started Felt Weird
First few times writing it down felt a bit silly, honestly. Like, who am I, keeping stats on myself playing pickup? But then it became a thing. A little challenge just for me. Seeing that number go up, even slowly, was kinda motivating.
The process was basic:
- Go play basketball.
- Try to keep a rough count in my head. Sometimes I’d forget, especially if a good pickup game got going.
- Afterward, sit down, catch my breath, and guess-timate the points scored. Write it in the notebook.
- Add it to the running total.
Early days were slow going. Lots of bricks. Air balls? Plenty of those too. Some days I’d barely add double digits. Felt frustrating sometimes. You go out there, spend an hour or two, sweat a lot, and the notebook barely changes. Thought about quitting the tracking thing more than once.
Hitting a Rhythm
But I stuck with it. Kept showing up. Slowly, things got better. My shot started falling a bit more consistently. Found some favorite spots on the court. Got a bit better at finishing layups during pickup games. The numbers started climbing faster.
Seeing 100 points felt like a small win. Then 250. Hitting 500 was a big one mentally. Felt like I was actually making progress, not just messing around anymore. The notebook started filling up faster. It wasn’t about becoming some great player, it was just about… doing it. Showing up and putting in the effort, seeing a tangible result.
The Final Stretch
When the total got up past 900, I really started focusing. Every session felt like it mattered more. I pushed myself a bit harder during drills, took pickup games a bit more seriously, trying to convert chances.
I remember the day I thought I’d cross it. Needed something like 15 points. Went out, played for a good hour. Hit a few jumpers, made some layups. Did the math courtside… 998. Seriously? Two points short. Had to laugh.
Next time out, I wasn’t leaving until I got it. First shot I took was a simple baseline jumper. Swish. That was 1000. No fireworks, no crowds. Just me, the hoop, and the sound of the ball going through the net. Felt pretty good, gotta say.
It was just a personal goal, tracked in a beat-up notebook. But finishing it felt satisfying. Just proves if you chip away at something consistently, even if it feels small day-to-day, you get there eventually. Now, onto the next thing, whatever that might be.
