There’s A Me In Team
I joined a softball team for the summer.
I will give you a minute for saying “whoa” or laughing or having whatever reaction you choose.
Okay. Â Truth be told, I had pretty much the same reaction. Â I was on the baseball team for two seasons in high school, but I haven’t picked up a bat since then. Â If I’ve picked up a glove since then, I don’t remember it. Â My whole exercise regime could be summed up similarly.
There were three reasons I signed up:
- I spent the last couple of months avoiding people. Â I thought softball would be a way for me to get back into the habit of being around people, and people I’m not necessarily around much even when I’m not avoiding people.
- I thought it might be a good way for me to get some exercise. As I mentioned, I haven’t gotten much for a long time. Â This last birthday was a stark reminder that, hey, I’m getting old. Â Not much I can do about that, but maybe getting some exercise would help. Most folk seem to agree with that theory. Â Worth checking out, I guess. Â I’ve started going to the batting cage and doing the treadmill. Â Small steps, but hopefully they’ll lead somewhere.
- I’m boring. Â This isn’t just a self-assessment – I’ve heard it from others. I’m forced to agree. Sum me up and you’ll get a small list: Scrabble, movies, videogames, work, and church. Â Trying new things is a way for me to try to be less boring.
Somewhere in the house is my baseball glove. Â I saw it the other day, but I can’t remember where and I can’t find it again. Â Finding it is one of my main goals for the weekend, because we have practice on Wednesday.
I’m looking forward to the experience, even though I fully expect to get injured and/or embarass myself. Â I’ll keep you posted.