I decided it was time to get active again. Jamee has always been involved in sports whether it be golf, basketball, or just plain running. I, on the other hand, have tried my best to refrain from anything that will increase the chance of showcasing my innate clumsiness. It's really more safe for myself and those around me. This week however, I decided to throw the past ten years of avoidance out the window and get my feet moving again, and boy did I jump in with both feet!
It started with golf on Sunday. Our church organized a doubles scramble, best ball and I was paired with a gentleman that did quite well. Together, playing best ball, we recorded a 36. I was thrilled with it. I hit the ball great and felt completely at ease. No pain. The next morning I woke up and I felt a little tightness in my shoulders but just figured I slept funny. So, Monday night we started the co-ed volleyball league. I had a blast and surprised myself with my lack of falling, tripping, and getting hurt! I'm definitely not ready for the Olympics, but I don't think I embarrassed myself too much. The next morning, the "tightness" turned into just plain OWW! My shoulders hurt, my wrists hurt, my knees hurt and I had two bruised forearms. I guess I didn't learn my lesson because I talked Jamee into playing tennis that evening. I lost 6 sets to 3 sets. No big surprise since I haven't beat Jamee once in our 12 years of togetherness. The pain was just compounded the next morning and my body was screaming out loud for a break. I took a couple Motrin and didn't do anything for two days. I was so rested in fact that I jumped on board when we had the opportunity to kayak down the Chippewa on Saturday. After 4 and 1/2 hours of rowing, one minor tipping, and a rain storm we ended up on shore...
Today, my shoulders feel as though I'm 90 years old and my knees must have something ripped or pulled in them. My back is stuck in one position and I have a bruise/bump the size of a golf ball on my thigh. I have a minor poison ivy reaction going on that had something to do with using the "restroom" half way through our kayaking adventure, and I'm certain one of my two wrists are broken. I'm a mess. The silly, sad part is that I'm going to start doing it all over again tomorrow night. Volleyball here I come!
