On a whim, I joined a softball team this Spring. I was in a mood, an opportunity presented itself, and I went with it. Full disclosure: I haven't played softball since intramurals in college. Sooooo....it's been a while...and it shows.
I can't hit or throw. Every at-bat ends in an out. They have me playing catcher...in this league, that's where you relegate your weakest player. We haven't won a game. My natural inclination is to get very disappointed in myself and maybe bow out.
The reality is, I spent good money to join this league. I've committed to it and it's only for a few more weeks. Additionally, my team is very cool. They aren't mean and don't make me feel bad that I suck at softball.
I do want to improve though, so I should spend some time tossing the ball around again. Batting practice would also prove beneficial. Truthfully, I will always be slow...but I can get a little faster. The road from home to first is just a short sprint, right?
At the end of the day this is just a rec league for grown ups to have a little fun. I get to be active and social at the same time...win-win...even if we don't win.
In the Fall...KICKBALL! WOO!
Life Less Sweet: Documentation of my struggle with depression and anxiety.
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