Locked and ready.
Catching balls, hitting balls and running my face off.
It's been a damn long time since I won athlete of the year (which included softball).
There was a time I could keep up with the wind. Blew right by people. On some sort of autopilot.
Well, I played softball today. 3 games.
'Cept I wasn't no machine.
Damn right I caught the balls. Catching is absolutely like riding a bike.
Hit. Sure. A few times. A few other times I may have been too impatient and sliced the air with my impressive as hell strikes.
As far as running. Well. Holy crustifer.
I ran my freaking new chunkers out. I kicked it into high gear and...looked like a baby deer.
One just learning to run.
My muscles are crusty. From years of little use, combined with a certain surgery I had exactly 7 months ago today, they are struggling to keep up with my intentions.
A couple times I believed I was about to do a hawt face plant in the dirt.
But I did it!!!
7 months after my chest was torn open and recycled parts shoved inside, I played THREE freaking softball games!!
*****imagine my happy dance*****
AND I'm playing again tomorrow. On fi-yah!!!!
(That's fire in a cool voice. You know, with swag.)
Also, just as exciting is - Jagger, my "killer" puppy, had zero accidents while alone today. What a freaking hero. It was his longest time out of the kennel, and well, what a fantastical dude.
Happy 6 months lungiversary Marie-Eve!!!!!! Your new chunkers are damn sexy!!!