Pain in the Trap

It is very rare anymore that I get this sore. We're talking unable to flex my back sore. The kind of sore that only comes around once in a while. And you know what it's from? That catch with my dad yesterday. Amazing.

My body hasn't moved in those exact ways in so long... we're talking years. The hopping, the bouncing, the stretching out into mid-air a couple of times. I was a softball player. I have no clue what my batting average was. But - it would have been good. I rarely struck out - I almost always got on base though I never did hit the ever elusive homerun. I was a second or third base girl. That's where I usually ended up.

Yesterday I suddenly started to remember what I loved about playing the game. And why I hope I can actually go back in the spring. I hope my life is prepared and ready for it. I plan to give myself off on as many Sundays as possible so I should be able to join a league. And by then - hopefully - my body will have gotten used to it so that when I wake up on Monday morning, moving will not be an issue as it is today.