Recently, Erik and I were asked to join a recreational softball league. I was excited because I used to play select softball, and although my skills are long gone, I figured it would be fun if nothing else. Always the optimist!
So far, a girl on our team has been nailed by a fast ball in the tailbone, an opposing pitcher broke his shoulder, another guy from our team dislocated his shoulder, and I pulled a muscle and stopped a line drive with my shin. It is truly as painful as it sounds ( I managed to act tough when it happened, although my husband saw right through my clenched smile...maybe it was the tense shoulders that gave it away) .
Now, I'm not competitive by nature. Let's be honest. I'd rather be doing a cheer on the sideline or creating witty/cute posters and t-shirts with frilly funk. And barring all it's ridiculousness, I actually do understand how easy it is to become emotionally invested *cough* pushing thirty *cough* in these games. But it's becoming pretty apparent that we are not as young as we used to be. When are we going to realize it's not worth risking a broken bone to make a game winning catch? Every week, I come home with new bruises or strains, and I have no idea where they came from. And I'm even more confused because I don't actually do anything to accrue these injuries (well, other than my shin stop). But don't you worry- because we are undefeated, and according to my husband, that's worth a couple injuries..... or ten. Oh to be young and resilient again. :)
