Okay -- So, I never properly thanked all my lovely ladies, the adult league I play in and softball, in general, for helping me lose 20lb last summer. Let me do that now: Thanks!
Two weeks into adult league, which is of course the night after travel practices, I am absolutely, positvely, 100% sure that I may die. I have suddenly come to the conclusion that if I keep running around like this I will wilt away to nothing. I almost welcome this fate wholeheartedly. (Cheers to losing another pants' size!?)
It's also incredibly clear to me that I am no longer 20. And with an impending birthday looming just two months over my head, it's become extremely salient that I'm a long ways (one whole decade, in fact) away from 16. Abuh.
[Ed. note: "Abuh" is Stephanie-ism for "Dear-god-help-me."]
Anyway, enough about me. Softball's going great and I wish I updated more often. We added players number 10 and 11 to our roster, one of which is a tenured outfielder and the other being a great addition to our catching staff. So, now, the schedule is set, we're just a month and a half away from our first tournament and I'm getting very excited/anxious/scared/terrified-actually/abuh. I know it's going to be a great season. I can feel it in my bones. The girls are relaxed, happy and determined; I feel relaxed, happy and determined because of them. We had a great practice on Sunday, in fact--everybody worked hard and is doing well adjusting to the new girls on the field and off. Yay!
I think that's all I've got for tonight. Knees torn up, body barely responding, brain turned to moosh. Will update soon again!
Monday, April 18, 2011
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