Today, I Hurt

I've discovered something rather distressing over this past weekend:

I am no longer young.

I'm not old, mind you, but I'm certainly no longer a youth. I'm in pain, you see, from physical exertion. Softball, to be precise. In anticipation of my excursion into the world of movement outside my normal realm (sex and hiking, mostly) I devoted two full hours to stretching and hydration.

This was not enough.

So today, after running, throwing, hitting and diving around for two hours yesterday, I'm stiff and sore. And I'll tell you a secret: I like it.

What's more distressing to me is that I'm sore from playing softball. It's not even baseball. Maybe I'm a bit of a purist, or, I dare say, a snob, but softball is to baseball as putt-putt is to real golf. So to be in pain after playing softball...meh. (by the way, I've learned a lot of new terms and words reading your blogs, and 'meh' has turned out to be one of my favorites).

And yet...I would still choose softball over work. Or over most other things for that matter.

Ok, I have no point. Right now I'm just posting to post...or to avoid work. It's kind of like eating simply because food is in front of you and that's what you're supposed to do with it.

Meh.


M. PotPie