A girl, a ball, and a bruise

Today I did it. I actually played a sport. I know! Don’t faint. It was softball….shhhh. Don’t tell anyone.

I took a challenge of a friend who plays and organizes our church co-ed softball league to come out and throw a ball or two, to try it out. You know, see if I could do it.

Well I did it.

I did it so well, I caught a line drive with my un-gloved hand and stopped it cold and swiped it into my glove. Lets just say, it stung at first. Then I threw the ball back to the pitcher. The burning sensation that followed was not unlike when you hold an ice pack too long without a towel. I shook it off and didn’t whine too much and played the rest of the time. I decided after an hour and a half that I was tired, hot, and sweaty. I sat back down and my hand was already bruising and swelling. Not a good sign.

Some ice and a pedicure later…what? I’m still girlie and if I am going to play softball, I need manicured toes. Anyway, as I was saying….it is going to be a nasty bruise, but one I think I will live through.

On a happier note. I actually hit many balls during batting practice. I know! Shutup huh?!! Really…after I got the hang of it, I was going to town hitting grounders and short drives down third base. (Debbi? Are you ok?? Need to sit down?? I know…it’s still confusing that I am talking about sports! Get used to it honey….I may need some pointers!) Not too bad for my first time, if I do say so myself. I think they may just be the kick in the bippy I need to get my health together. Now if I could just throw it far enough for everyone to catch it…….