Last night Sons of Pitches, the co-ed softball team I’m on, played the first two games of the season. We had a double header. It was awesome. We started strong, but finished…not so strong. Some of it was us, some of it was not knowing some of the really weird rules of the league. However. Remember how I told you that the last time I played softball was 11 years ago? Well. Last night when I got home, I was WIPED OUT. SO. TIRED. I took a shower, took 2 ibuprofen and went to bed. When I got up this morning, I was feeling surprisingly good and not too sore. As the day progressed, however, things changed. Drastically. Right now I’m basically just a puddle on the couch. A very sore puddle of muscles and limbs.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been this sore and I forgot how good it feels. I know that sounds like teh crazy talk. And it is. But it’s not that I like being sore. It’s knowing that I’m sore because I pushed my body to the limit. I played through being tired and even being exhausted. I gave what I had to give, punished my body a little and now my body is pushing back. Getting a little stronger. I started playing softball in 4th grade. From there I added volleyball in middle school. I loved the competition. I loved pushing just a little harder every time. And of course, who doesn’t love to win? But what I loved most was sport. Improving my personal best. I competed harder against myself than I did against any other player or team.
Until last night, I didn’t realize just how much I missed that. I can’t wait for the next game. Just as soon as I can walk normally again.
I thought that you may have gotten rained out. Let us know your schedule- we’d love to come cheer you on! We’ll come with BAD Boy!