I’m in a bit of a pickle.<\/p>\n
See, GTB has joined a company softball team. They are playing in a one-day tourney next month. He’s very excited about it. He’s been wanting to join a league for as long as I’ve known him. I’m excited for him. I’m excited to go watch. I’m excited for him to be a little baseball playing boy again.<\/p>\n
This morning, he called to ask if I’d be interested in joining the team as well. And, naturally, I’m torn.<\/p>\n
On one hand, I played softball in high school and I was good. No, I mean good. I made second team all league (and would have made first team if my batting average had been higher, I’m convinced). I played second base and my short stop and I were famous for our ability to turn two. I also played on summer leauge in college. My defensive skills were still intact and my confidence as a batter so improved that my high school coach, who played on an opposing team, called out “Nice Poke!” about my base hits twice in one game.<\/p>\n
It would be all kinds of awesome to show that little athlete to GTB. He’s never really seen her before. Well, not outside the gym anyway, and that doesn’t really count–gyms are full of meathead weight lifters who couldn’t throw from the third to home if their lives depended on it. <\/p>\n
AND my darling husband said it would “really really really really mean a lot to me.” It’s hard to say no to that kind of enthusiasm.<\/p>\n
On the other hand, it’s been about ten years since I’ve played. I think I maybe had a catch with a few ex-boyfriends, but I haven’t swung a bat since college. On top of that, I’m still working to get back in pre-preggy shape. And, honestly, I’m not sure how awesome pre-preggy Girl would have been at softball, let alone her chubby, easily winded, postpartum counterpart. Those extra pounds I’m having trouble losing are mostly in the midsection, which is the part you really need to swing a bat well.<\/p>\n
I told GTB that if it was sunny after work today, we could go to the park and throw a ball around to see what kind of chops I’ve got. If I feel confident, I’ll play in his little tourney. <\/p>\n
Wish me luck. Or, better yet, wish for rain tonight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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