After I took a few cuts off the machine (and did AWESOME by the way) I was feeling pretty good about my hitting ability but not so good about being able to play again.
Ok, don't think I'm thinking of getting all back into softball shape and playing pro...no way.
I was just thinking of playing a little slow pitch or messing around at practice more.
Anyways, I was essentially talking to myself about this and one of my players suggested I lift with them.
My reaction?
Furrowed brow,
confused look,
"umm...I can't do that stuff anymore, I'm old".
Her reply?
"What do you mean you can't?
Are you limiting yourself?
You're the only one saying you can't."
Imagine a bucket of cold water hitting me...
1.
I can't believe it!
They are listening to me!
They are eating up every word I say enough where they can repeat it.
2.
Oh crap!
They are listening to me!
They are eating up every word I say enough where they can repeat it.
3.
She's right.
So, since I can't seem to do anything half-assed, I have...
written out my note card
got miCoach all set up
(even finally put the battery in the pace reader)
made a new playlist for my iPod
even downloaded an audible book just in case I want to get into that
But, as my dear friend Trishy pointed out to the facebook world today:
Thinking about the gym burns between 0 and 0 calories
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