7 month achievement

I'll never forget the feeling of standing on the ball diamond. It's where I felt at home. I felt a mixture of peace and excitement. Adrenaline cursing through my body. 

Pumped.

 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!!!