What an athlete......

Go me. I am the best athlete in the world. I should be going to the Olympics!
Riiiight.
I joined the company softball team. Nice little extra bit of exercise, plus alot of fun. I played softball alot when I was younger, so, I figure it would all come back to me. Ya, but no. First of all, I throw like a girl now. What's up with that????? I also swing the bat like a girl. I never used to be "scared" of the ball.....I'm not "scared" now.....HOWEVER (!!!!) What if? What if I am playing short stop and go for a grounder, and get whacked in the face. Receptionist with a black eye. Cute.

Growing up sucks! Being a kid, I wasn't scared of getting hit with a ball. Oh well if i was hurt. Maybe i would be able to miss some school...sweet. But, being a grown-up, I realize if I get hurt, and I can't work, bills don't get paid, responsibilities don't get taken care of. Or I suck it up and come to work hurt.....like today.

Ya, I yoinked BOTH my quad muscles yesterday. Like I said, I am the ultimate athlete. I got to the diamond a little late, so I just started stretching my COLD muscles. Great. Note to self....arrive at field EARLY to do quick run, and stretch the WARM muscles. Stretching cold muscles is the worst thing you can do.

I learned my lesson... I have a moderately sore right leg, and a dead left leg. If i need to move my leg while sitting down, the good old arms pick up the dead leg and move it. Standing up? That's fun. Picture a 90 year old women who is 9 months pregnant, trying to stand up. Thank God I have armrests on my chair. I am just so happy I sit all day. Score one for my bum! It is getting its full use today.

My lesson of the day:
Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.
~~I am stuck right between them. Talk about a being in between a pickle and a hard place.

~~Cheers~~
AH