I'm not sure if it's the approaching New Year or the recent baby boom, but fitness does seem to be the talk of the town. I have been building myself up one small step, (and I mean small step), at a time. I gave up Coke almost two weeks ago! I have been trying to drink more water and last night I created a month of dinners using vegetables I have never even held before. I'm taking baby steps on the right path.
So now would be a good time to start turning myself towards the fitness part. I actually own a copy of Fitness For Dummies as it was a textbook for a class I took in college. It's nice to draw on that class now. But I do crave human interaction, so I had to find something active to do with others.
I headed to the church for the drop in Volleyball time on Monday night. It's supposed to be for adults, but has been overtaken by the youth. This bothers a lot of adults and as such there are 4 who attend regularly. All of them have a heart for youth. So while they may wish it was a bit more competitive, a bit more organized, a bit more of a workout they continue to come to meet the kids and give them a place to hang out. I have such a heart, which is good considering hubby is a youth pastor, and so I too will continue to go.
Now, I know how to play. I only played on a team in elementary school where there were no cuts. But I faithfully showed up to every intramural game all the way through college. I can't spike or overhand serve, but I do know where to stand and how to position my body to hit the ball right, etc, etc. It seems that in my old age I only know how to do that in theory. I missed a lot of shots, but I was also incredibly intimdated by the Sr. Boys Volleyball team that showed up to play.
I stood there in my HUGE jogging pants and maternity t-shirt. I missed a few things I should have gotten. Then I got to serve, and scored three points!! There is a man who plays, he brings his son and daughter with him. This man is, (and I'm not exaggerating), 7 feet tall and built like a brick wall. He just has to breathe and the ball slams into the ground on the other side of the net, (okay that's an exaggeration). But he sent a ball straight at my head-and I returned it.
Suddenly the boys were encouraging me and we were playing like a team. I think it will take a month for me to be comfortable, and then I don't think I'll be picked last! That was on Monday night. I'm still sore today. And it wasn't even that much of a workout. I spent half the time sitting as we had to rotate teams, and I walk up 30 stairs a zillion times a day, but my butt and thighs are still a burnin.
Maybe lawn bowling is a better choice.